Loss of a Pet


Boots

Boots was my baby. I had him for eleven years. He had to be put down in March because he had diabetes and his kidneys were failing. He was the coolest cat! He used to freak me out. I'd be up late watching scary movies with the lights off, of course. In the middle of a particularly scary scene he'd all of a sudden sit up and stare behind me. I just knew some monster was back there about to eat me. Then he'd sit back down. It took me a while to realize he was faking me out. He was my attack cat. I kept telling my husband that but he didn't believe me until the guy came to hook up the cable. Boots followed him around hissing and snarling. My husband couldn't believe what he was seeing. Boots always walked me to the door in the mornings when I went to work and he was always waiting by the door for me when I came home at night. He and my border collie used to play. It was like Wild Kingdom meets the WWF. I miss him terribly and hope to see him again one day.
Posted by LadyBlue on June 12, 2009


Comments:

Dear Lady Blue: Like you, we just lost our cat, Brutus. I feel your pain, and can only say that I am sorry for your loss. Those of us who have found that special cat that we loved more than life, are in and of ourselves, special people, because only we know what we have experienced with the cat(s) of our life. My husband "nailed" it today when he realized why he felt sooo awful about Brutus' death. He said to me "His love was unconditional. It came with no strings attached; just some food, water, and shelter." It's what we would provide for our kids and relatives, but there are always strings with humans. A pet's love is given freely and expressed in ways that only the owner knows and understands. Take heart in knowing that you are a special person who loved a pet who, in turn, loved you unconditionally. That makes you part of a "special breed" of humans.

Take care - "Freebie"

posted by Freebie on July 04, 2009