There is probably nothing worse than having to put a beloved pet down. Unless it’s putting your parents down. (I am kidding so no backlash please.) It’s like saying that a good place for an elderly parent is in jail – three meals a day, TV exercise. Or on a cruise, meals and drinks included (which, by the way is cheaper than an assisted living facility). I don’t want to make light of this but in my family we have always tried to find some humor in the most tragic events ..
It’s awful when a pet dies of old age or is klled in an accident, but having to take it to the vet and not coming home with it, is traumatizing. You know when you rescue or buy a cat or dog, that chances are it will go before you. (Unless it’s a parrot – which is not a canary. Our canary had a nervous breakdown so we had to return it and I have no idea where it went), But a real pet, one that depends on you to stay alive is a different story. This beloved pet becomes a part of your life, a part of your family. They snuggle with you, sleep with you, and they can complain to you. In return for unconditional love they expect nothing except food and maybe a walk.
While all that seems simple enough, it is not. Because they are an intimate part of your life, they shape the person you become. Especially if you have them from when they are babies and you are young. Our dear friend Daniel had to put his cat Thomas down yesterday. Thomas was old and asthmatic. He wasn’t the kind of cat that snuggled up to strangers but he was not mean. He had a big heart and accepted all the other animals that lived with him. Daniel had him from the time he was a teen and Thomas was a little kitten with big ears. I might show you a picture but it will break your heart.
At some point, I mentioned that I was allergic to cats. Daniel trying to be accommodating said that he could get rid of Thomas, not to worry. But of course he didn’t mean it. Daniel couldn’t give away a white rat, yet alone his precious Thomas. But such is life, many people have a pet because it provides a service. This is not the case for anyone I know. My cousin Stevie has three bull terriors because they needed to have homes. Jordan has Ernie – their sleeping habits and need to be loved are identical. My brother always had a nice pit bull. The last being Cooper, who was very sick. Jeff knew the time was near and apparently so did Cooper because he watched intently while Jeff dug his grave – talk about heartbreaking.
Anyway, our pets bring something to our lives that cannot be explained in words. Tears are a much better way to tell the story. So sleep well sweet Thomas. You will be forever missed—even by me. We're just sayin'.....Iris
It’s awful when a pet dies of old age or is klled in an accident, but having to take it to the vet and not coming home with it, is traumatizing. You know when you rescue or buy a cat or dog, that chances are it will go before you. (Unless it’s a parrot – which is not a canary. Our canary had a nervous breakdown so we had to return it and I have no idea where it went), But a real pet, one that depends on you to stay alive is a different story. This beloved pet becomes a part of your life, a part of your family. They snuggle with you, sleep with you, and they can complain to you. In return for unconditional love they expect nothing except food and maybe a walk.
While all that seems simple enough, it is not. Because they are an intimate part of your life, they shape the person you become. Especially if you have them from when they are babies and you are young. Our dear friend Daniel had to put his cat Thomas down yesterday. Thomas was old and asthmatic. He wasn’t the kind of cat that snuggled up to strangers but he was not mean. He had a big heart and accepted all the other animals that lived with him. Daniel had him from the time he was a teen and Thomas was a little kitten with big ears. I might show you a picture but it will break your heart.
At some point, I mentioned that I was allergic to cats. Daniel trying to be accommodating said that he could get rid of Thomas, not to worry. But of course he didn’t mean it. Daniel couldn’t give away a white rat, yet alone his precious Thomas. But such is life, many people have a pet because it provides a service. This is not the case for anyone I know. My cousin Stevie has three bull terriors because they needed to have homes. Jordan has Ernie – their sleeping habits and need to be loved are identical. My brother always had a nice pit bull. The last being Cooper, who was very sick. Jeff knew the time was near and apparently so did Cooper because he watched intently while Jeff dug his grave – talk about heartbreaking.
Anyway, our pets bring something to our lives that cannot be explained in words. Tears are a much better way to tell the story. So sleep well sweet Thomas. You will be forever missed—even by me. We're just sayin'.....Iris