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Sep. 5th, 2004 08:46 pmMy dearest Smokey:
You were so brave. You faught years of living outside because mom wouldn't let you in. You were there for me when I was too fat to be friends with the kids at school. You were there for me when mom didn't like either one of us very much. I spent hours brushing you, combing you, and when it got to the point, shaving you so that you didn't have matted hair for too long (It's not my fault you didn't like the brush all that much, and wouldn't let me catch you before you matted up)
I remember moving in with my partner, and her waking up to a kitty looming above her face, and nearly jumping out of her skin. I remember her stories of you trying to wake me up, but instead, giving up and headbutting her awake for a snuggle. I remember sitting you down and explaining to you that there is a difference between a nuzzle and a headbutt and that you'd crossed the line a long time ago. I remember being a little girl in bed, and being sent to bed without supper. I would open my window, and somehow, you'd know, and jump in, and then down on my bed to be loved because you always just know.
Now, it was my turn. We snuggled all night last night, I went to work this morning, after, I came home, and we decided that it was time to take you in. We called the vet, and drove you to say buy to daddy and then we went to the vet. On the way, you had an accident on the sidewalk, but that was okay. We brought you in, and the man looked at you. He checked your mouth, and palpated your tummy and told us that you probably have multiple organ failure that likely started in your kidneys. He said that the best thing to do would be to let you go.
I held you and he asked me if I wanted to be here. I told him without a doubt. He went, shaved a bit of space on your one arm, and put the needle in after I signed the consent. Smokey, I don't think I have ever had to fight with my hand like that before. You panicked, because you couldn't see me. Some of the anaesthesia didn't get into your vein, and so he had to get another needle and try on the other arm. We moved you around, and he tried again. You were perfectly fine after you could see me, and you fell asleep instantly, in my arms. And that was that.
I clipped a bit of your hair off, and put it in a bag. Mommy Josie and I just sat there for about 20 minutes petting you and consoling you. I realized that that was just a shell. You were gone. So, we discussed what to do with your former body, and we decided to have you cremated privately so we could keep the ashes.
When we went outside, there was a rainbow. Typical, little guy, I bet I've probably held you reading that silly poem. Thank you for the rainbow, and for sharing your life with me. You will never, ever be forgotten. Wait for me at the rainbow bridge, okay?
Love,
Mommy Chandi.
You were so brave. You faught years of living outside because mom wouldn't let you in. You were there for me when I was too fat to be friends with the kids at school. You were there for me when mom didn't like either one of us very much. I spent hours brushing you, combing you, and when it got to the point, shaving you so that you didn't have matted hair for too long (It's not my fault you didn't like the brush all that much, and wouldn't let me catch you before you matted up)
I remember moving in with my partner, and her waking up to a kitty looming above her face, and nearly jumping out of her skin. I remember her stories of you trying to wake me up, but instead, giving up and headbutting her awake for a snuggle. I remember sitting you down and explaining to you that there is a difference between a nuzzle and a headbutt and that you'd crossed the line a long time ago. I remember being a little girl in bed, and being sent to bed without supper. I would open my window, and somehow, you'd know, and jump in, and then down on my bed to be loved because you always just know.
Now, it was my turn. We snuggled all night last night, I went to work this morning, after, I came home, and we decided that it was time to take you in. We called the vet, and drove you to say buy to daddy and then we went to the vet. On the way, you had an accident on the sidewalk, but that was okay. We brought you in, and the man looked at you. He checked your mouth, and palpated your tummy and told us that you probably have multiple organ failure that likely started in your kidneys. He said that the best thing to do would be to let you go.
I held you and he asked me if I wanted to be here. I told him without a doubt. He went, shaved a bit of space on your one arm, and put the needle in after I signed the consent. Smokey, I don't think I have ever had to fight with my hand like that before. You panicked, because you couldn't see me. Some of the anaesthesia didn't get into your vein, and so he had to get another needle and try on the other arm. We moved you around, and he tried again. You were perfectly fine after you could see me, and you fell asleep instantly, in my arms. And that was that.
I clipped a bit of your hair off, and put it in a bag. Mommy Josie and I just sat there for about 20 minutes petting you and consoling you. I realized that that was just a shell. You were gone. So, we discussed what to do with your former body, and we decided to have you cremated privately so we could keep the ashes.
When we went outside, there was a rainbow. Typical, little guy, I bet I've probably held you reading that silly poem. Thank you for the rainbow, and for sharing your life with me. You will never, ever be forgotten. Wait for me at the rainbow bridge, okay?
Love,
Mommy Chandi.
