Yes, I know I wrote a book, and I hope most of you have read it by now. If not, why not? The proceeds go to the DDAF, and you can take that off your taxes and get a good read at the same time. (These can also make some nice Christmas presents!) Did I hear you say “for older folks”? Nah..for anyone! A lot can be learned…some folks will even discover Doris for the first time!
Today, I am saddened by the death of my last pet. Not that I have had all that many. Let me count….4 dogs , 3 cats…lucky number 7. I got my first cat in 1990. It was a birthday present to me . And I started with a wonderful kitten. Called her Pyewacket after the cat in the book, Bell,Book and Candle. Her nickname was Pye. She was your typical beautiful, smooth-haired black , cuddly kitty and she loved sitting in my lap. I liked that too, especially that cool purrrrrrring. She was with me for 17 years, and I miss her very much to this day. In fact, I could swear that some nights she is actually sleeping on my bed with me. But that is a whole other story!
Pye lived through 4 dogs. Two of them only lasted about 2 months before we realized that two Siberian Huskies are just not meant to live in a small house. (Fortunately, they found the open country and a big happy farm where they could roam not much later).
This was followed by another Husky we called Natasha (Tash for short). Tash was with us for 7 years. Huskies, we were told by our vet, sometimes develop cases of epilepsy. Such was the case with Tash. She was a sweet, loveable dog and a good friend to Pye. We were all saddened by her death from an attack of epilepsy that lasted through much of one night.
We all missed Tash so much (Pye included) that we soon got another dog and playmate for Pye. This time we went smaller…a Westie (West Highland Terrior…you know, the kind you see on the Cesar’s dog food commercials). We called her “Pudd’n”. Get it. Now we had “Pudd’n and Pye”~!
WOW…WHAT A BRILLIANT BREED. If you said “no” just one time, it was all that was needed. She was a great friend to all of us and a really fun playmate for Pye. They truly loved each other. But this time, it was Pye who left us for the “Rainbow Bridge” (true or not, it is a consoling idea for those of us mourning the loss of a pet). Pye was 16 when she had kidney failure. My first pet, and I will never forget her. She has better be on that bridge when I get there, or else!
But now Pudd’n was lonely. She needed company. So this time we went looking for another cat. Not I said CAT. We ended up with catS. They were brother and sister, and we just could not separate them. And so Mickey (tuxedo) and Megan (Tortie) joined the family. So now Pudd’n had two friends and playmates, and they truly loved being together. (yes, they wore her out as little kittens, but she managed).
Eventually Pudd’n developed Diabetes and needed insulin.This led to blindness and general deterioration. At the age of 14, she went to join her brothers and sisters on ”the Bridge”. The cats were beside themselves when she was gone, as were we. But they still had each other.
That was in 2009. We did not get another dog because this time we thought it would be too much for the now aging cats. So, Mickey and Megan became inseparable. And then, two weeks before Christmas of 2011, Mickey got up one morning. Gave us our usual chat and disappeared behind the sofa for a nap. When we discovered him later in the day, he was no longer with us. The vet said “old age”; he was 17.
Megan never stopped searching for him and calling for him, not quite understanding where he went. How could we explain it? We just loved her all that much more, and she shared that love with us until October 9, 2012, when she developed neurological damage and could no longer walk. The vet said it would be cruel to prolong her life, and so we said our sad goodbyes.
And today, one day later, I realize it is the first time since 1990 that there has been no four-footer in the house. Trust me, that will not last long. By Christmas, I hope there will be two newbies.