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My Best Friend……

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I suffered a tremendous and heartbreaking loss this weekend. My 16 year old sweet feline, who was recovering from Mammary Cancer, passed away. In November she was diagnosed with mammary cancer, had a mastectomy and received chemotherapy and then got sick with acute renal crisis. It has been three days and I can’t stop crying. The love of my life. My feline friend who shared her life with me. I have to share the story of the “Rainbow Bridge” with my readers.

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together….

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I miss you Spaz, my Kentucky wildcat

Yesterday marked the five week anniversary of the passing of our beloved cat Spaz. I received this beautiful email from my husband the non-cat lover. You see Spaz, was really not a cat. He was a benevolent human, only disguised as a cat! He came into our lives for a reason. He brought us so much joy and contentment and he had a way of melting my husband’s heart. They had a mutual understanding and love for each other. This is my husband’s story….

The Passing of a King

The end could not have been less regal. Stripped of his health, this once powerful King drew his final breath, alone, without the comforting presence of consoling witnesses, outside the reach of those that loved him or those that served him. Taken by an unseen and unknown enemy, this sleek warrior slipped from this life, not on the battlefield, but in a sterile sanctuary meant for the aged and infirmed. In the end his fierce roar was not heard, and his once imposing majesty held no sway on the Black Hand that pulled him from this life.

He reigned, in this life, a short, thirteen years. But those thirteen years were enough to spawn his legend. He will be missed, but it is his life that will be remembered.

As I walk the lonely corridors of his castle—left empty by his passing—it’s impossible to miss the signs of his life as I move from room to room. I find myself conversing with him, out of habit, even though I know he’s gone. What an imprint he made on me during his life, and I didn’t even realize it until he was gone.

Have I mourned him? I’d be lying if I said no. Would you call him a king? If you had known him in life, you’d be hard-pressed to deny him his status as the king of his kind.

King Spaz, cat of all cats, good bye.

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