wildside50
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- Jul 5, 2016
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I'm not particularly active on this forum, so this might all fall on deaf ears, but that's okay.
A few nights ago my 16 year old cat Gwen gave out a horrific sound in the middle of the night, and as I rushed to her side, bodily fluids leaking from her body, I bore witness as she shuffled off this mortal coil. It was one of the hardest things I've ever experienced. I'm still not free of the morbidity.
As sad as that made me, I've been reminded ever since by my sweet bird the value of having a pet in one's life that really makes one feel the feels.
See Gwennie would always sleep with my daughter. Every Night. Without Fail. From the time she was born, that cat was there. So that first night alone, without the comfort and protection of Gwen, my baby girl felt alone for the first time ever.
The next morning was difficult, for all of us. But as my daughter ran down the stairs after breakfast, as she often does, Sol gave out his usual call of "Lizzy!", which is his way of saying "Don't go downstairs; stay here with me".
Now we'd all heard this call a hundred times. Either we passed it off as cute or simply ignored it. But this particular time we all heard the same thing. "Lizzy, I'm here for you." You don't think a bird could miss a cat. That goes against nature. But that darn cat was so friggin' loving, even a bird could be a fan.
A few nights ago my 16 year old cat Gwen gave out a horrific sound in the middle of the night, and as I rushed to her side, bodily fluids leaking from her body, I bore witness as she shuffled off this mortal coil. It was one of the hardest things I've ever experienced. I'm still not free of the morbidity.
As sad as that made me, I've been reminded ever since by my sweet bird the value of having a pet in one's life that really makes one feel the feels.
See Gwennie would always sleep with my daughter. Every Night. Without Fail. From the time she was born, that cat was there. So that first night alone, without the comfort and protection of Gwen, my baby girl felt alone for the first time ever.
The next morning was difficult, for all of us. But as my daughter ran down the stairs after breakfast, as she often does, Sol gave out his usual call of "Lizzy!", which is his way of saying "Don't go downstairs; stay here with me".
Now we'd all heard this call a hundred times. Either we passed it off as cute or simply ignored it. But this particular time we all heard the same thing. "Lizzy, I'm here for you." You don't think a bird could miss a cat. That goes against nature. But that darn cat was so friggin' loving, even a bird could be a fan.
