Another day, another death
February 29th, 2008
She didn’t make it. Seems like they never do anymore. I’ll miss ya, little one.
The tabby was put down this morning. Brain tumor. Her little black junco partner died not quite a year ago, kicking off a year of tragedy, horror, and loss I won’t forget, much as I’d like to. God, if you’re listening — not that I believe that for a second — I could sure use a little vacation from this whole “people and things I love being snatched from my embrace” thing right about now, y’hear? Kthxbye.
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As soon as you can bear to think about it, get a cat. Or a dog this time, maybe. Not to replace the missing cat, but because (thanks to those selfish bastards who don't bother to spay) the pet-to-people ratio is seriously messed up.
That's how I sugar-coat it for myself, anyway: another opportunity to adopt an animal and spoil it shamelessly.
Enough is enough. Isn't it weird that the departure of pain for one leaves so much pain behind for the other? I've often wondered about that particular balance.
Better times someday, brother. Hang in.
It obviously isn't the worst thing that could happen — I suspect that "honor" goes to "losing a child" — but the loss of a pet has a unique sort of pain attached to it.
Hang tough, my friend.
My experience with God, on the other-hand, is willing to listen and does respond in ways we might not recognize fer years.
Howzabout this lil' prayer to settle a wounded soul:
" May the roda rise up to meet you,
The wind be always at your back.
May the sun shin warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of his hand."
Have long enjoyed your blog, an must now post to wish you well. I concur with a previous poster....get anohther cat from your nearest shelter, or maybe 2 so they have a buddy to hang out with. You will never replace the one you lost, but they will be a comfort to you.
They were to me.
I'm tough and a man and all, but I hung my head and cried the day I had to put my buddy down. He was the meanest damn tomcat you ever met, 14 lbs of pure attitude, afraid of nothing and nobody, adn he took no shit, not even from me.
ESPECIALLY not from me.
Chin up, bro. I know where you are coming from.
Fred from Baltimore
Fred's right, though. There's a lot of cats and ladies out there who need love, and it'd be a crime against yourself not to find them.
I am terribly sorry. I am at a loss for words, so I'll leave it at that.