My own personal Dennis the Menace passed away suddenly from a blood clot on his lower spine at the end of last week.
I woke up to his cries at 4am and when Teddy and I got to his side, he couldn’t stand up on his back legs and we rushed him to an animal ER, where there was nothing to be done for my little three-year old. So we had to say a swift and immediate goodbye minutes after we’d arrived to the hospital.
Breaking the news to Mr. Bear proved to be more difficult than I thought, as he has continuously roamed the mini manse in search of his always a pain in the ass brother to no avail.
I have been comforted by the calls, cards, messages, flowers and all around good will from people – some whom I’ve never even met – wise to the void the loss of a fur baby causes.
I was also comforted by my Captain, Dad and Camo Friday evening at my local watering hole, Dalts.
And you know photos I received throughout the weekend of Prince and Princess B put a wide smile on my face.
A girl’s night out with a fellow animal gal pal, who said all of the right things made for a comforting Saturday.
But in the end, Ted and I are leaning heavy on each other as we mourn the loss of the most annoying cat on earth.
But he was our most annoying cat who is now up there somewhere on Gma’s lap annoying the piss out of her.
Cheers to you my little New Cat.
We miss you something terrible.
CBXB and Ted