I've dealt with a lot of loss, but today has to be one of the most brutal. The loss of a family member can be harsh, loss of a pet as well, but when those lost are pets and more family to you than your own blood, the world seems to crush you. Today I had to deal with losing three animals that I've lived most of my life with. My cat of 18 years, dog of 16, and a dog of 11.
My cat had been ill as of late, and she didn't get around like she used to. I knew it was coming, so I would sit down with the cat and pet her for a few hours each night. A few hours ago while I was doing that, I noticed she had stopped purring...and breathing. At least she was comfortable right up until the end. I set her down on the couch and went out back to get the shovel and dug a hole in the flower garden. When I came back in, I noticed my oldest dog laying on the couch next to the cat and reached over to pet him, only to notice he was gone too. It took everything I had to not fall apart at that point as I sat there in the floor and petted them for one last time and my younger dog came over and put her head in my lap for me to pet her too. I don't know how long I sat there with them, but when I moved to get up, she was gone as well. I just fell completely apart.
My cat was a bitch when we first got her, evil and mean as hell. I've still got some of the scars to prove it, but she was lovable once she warmed up to being in the house. Called her Hideaway because she used to find any place to hide just to ambush people before running off to hide again when she was younger. Hated that cat for a while, but once I developed sever insomnia she became a great friend to have around when I couldn't sleep for weeks straight.
My oldest dog, Doo, was one hell of a great dog. When he was a puppy, he used to wake me up for school each morning by pouncing on my bed and trying to eat my ears off resulting in a wrestling match each morning. One time I locked my door because I didn't want to go to school and he wouldn't have it. Headbutted right through the bottom half of a sold oak door and commenced the attack. Once he got older and we started to keep him in the back yard, he'd bust through the wooden fence to track me down at the bus stop. We started keeping him on a rope, which he broke. Moved up to varying sizes of chains, which he broke as well, until we finally used triple braided steel cable to try and keep him in the yard while I was at school. Just like my cat, when I started being unable to sleep, he was a great friend to have. Doo and I even had the same birthday.
My other dog, Caramel, was a wild pup, even more so than Doo was. She got so excited one day when I got home she broke her leg when she slipped on the stairs of the front porch. A few days later she limped after me as I went to the bus stop for school and I got myself hit by a truck getting her out of the street. She was always just a big lovable lug and a klutz.
I made a box for each of them from some spare wood my neighbor had and he helped me bury them in the back yard. Wraped them in each of their favorite blankets.
I'll raise my glass to those come and gone
I'l fill my glass and drink away my sorrow
This merry band has fallen to but one
They'll still be in my heart on the 'morrow