It has taken me a long time to do this but in the past I have written a
“Farewell” when someone near and dear to me dies.
Now it is Farewell to my “Precious Kitty” whose official name was Sarah but I never called her that.
She had so many fond names: Princess Kitty, Sweet Kitty, Puddy-kitty,…but it was always “kitty” because she was a small cat…the runt of her litter and she was the most fortunate runt ever….we took her into our home and our hearts for 14 wonderful years.
In mid July she was attacked by a wild tomcat and hurt badly..we did all we could..took her to emergency vet clinic on the day it happened and to a regular vet two more times and they did all they could but there was nerve damage from a deep bite on the back of her neck which affected one eye and obviously her throat. She never ate or drank after it happened and after 6 days we knew we had to do the merciful thing. She was euthanized on July 18 and buried in our pet graveyard where many of our beloved pets..our own and our childrens’ pets are also buried.
One of our close friends gave us a cross- cut piece from a large Russian Olive tree..the cross cut was shaped like a heart and it had a big crack….our friend had put one on her beloved dog’s grave to show that their hearts were broken….and ours are also.
It has been a hard 4 weeks. Our Precious Kitty is everywhere we look at home and out in our yard..the swing where we sat together so many times; the clotheslines where she always came to lie down in the shade of the clothing and wait for me to pet her….the cabin where she lay in the dark shade and contemplated her world around her….the spruce trees she lay under in the shade….the gardens where she always joined me when I planted or weeded. I can only “get used to” the sorrow of her death..I will not “get over it” as some people advise.
Grief is the price we pay for loving.
It is true with our loved ones and our pets if we are truly pet lovers…and we are. We have had 3 dogs and 2 cats and their deaths have been agony every single time. Our children are that way too…they grieve when their pets pass just as they did when our pets died when they lived at home.
Fortunately I know so many friends who have loved their pets as we have and they know our sorrow over our Precious Kitty.
One dear friend shared this quotation with us:
“Grieve not, nor speak of me with tears but laugh and talk of me as if were beside you….I loved you so…t’was heaven here with you.”
(Isla Paschal Richardson)
I have not yet gotten this far into my recovery from losing my Precious Kitty in such a hurtful way.
I hope it will eventually be true for me also.