My Friend is GoneBy
He regularly demanded food. He spent his whole day lying on top of all the paperwork on my desk.Â He sank his claws and teeth into my hand whenever I tried to move him.Â He also had the bad habit of dragging dead or dying birds in through the cat-door for us early some mornings that I had to dispose of.
But now our best soul-buddy is gone, and I personally feel a sudden, deep emptiness.
“Mr. Pookey” had suffered a few brief seizures the night before and I made plans to take him to the vet this morning. Our rag-doll cat buddy of over 6 years never made it; he apparently died in his sleep sometime during the night at the foot of our bed, at an age of around 7 years.
Sad as I am, however, I feel eternally blessed.Â We almost lost him from heart failure back in 2008 but he chose to give us three more years of comfort and love before he slipped away.Â I gave him medicine daily, dissolved into a dropper full of “green drink” mixture, and he took it reluctantly but willingly . . . knowing he would get his “treat” immediately afterwards!
I never knew how deeply a pet can affect me.Â I’ve had many pets before, but none touched my heart as completely as this visitor from heaven.
Having gone through many losses and heartaches in my life, I developed a bit of philosophy that has carried me through times such as these:
“The heart breaks in order to get bigger.”
My heart is feeling pretty big these days.Â Your comments are welcome.