My momma says this why dogs are superior to people. She thinks the people have it all wrong and that the animals are the more advanced species.
“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.”
― Louise Erdrich
My friend from our old house always says I’m more like a person than a dog.
Gentle readers, today was a sad day for our family. We lost our beloved Tinkerbell to liver failure. We didn’t even know she was ill. She had stopped eating over the Thanksgiving holiday, and we thought it was likely a delayed reaction from the stress of our recent move. The vet confirmed that assumption. Apparently, liver disease is a very common onset when cats get moved. I did not know that cats MUST eat every day, and if they have to lose some weight, it needs to go very slowly. Their livers cannot accommodate fat metabolizism.
Her pain level was quite low, and she was home until yesterday afternoon. She had to spend the night in the emergency vet last night where they gave her IV fluids, ran an ultra sound to check her internal organs, and gave her advanced bloodwork. These things confirmed the unfortunate diagnosis.
Today as we were saying our goodbyes, she was so loving and gentle in those last moments. It made the decision all the more difficult. Even the vet was very surprised at how she was interacting with us. I believe she was telling us goodbye. I believe she was telling us that it was ok.
I had a very, very strong sense of my departed best friend in that room with us. She had her English Setters with her, a mutual friend’s dog named RJ (who was a feisty Bichon and who has visited me during other times of loss). Another departed friend, who in life really didn’t like animals, realized their importance once he crossed over. They all came to help comfort us as we had to let out kitty go, and they were there to help welcome her to the other side. I know it’s pretty far out. But I believe it was real. And I need that.
Goodbye dear Tinkerbell. You could be so mean and nasty, but you were still our cat. We loved you anyway. The times when you were sweet, you were the sweetest, sweetest cat ever. Remember us and come to greet us when it’s our time to cross the Rainbow Bridge.
Meet an alpaca!! Here’s where they live.
They are so cute and momma says it’s her favorite thing to knit with now. I’m not sure how they hold the needles, but whatever you say, momma.
Breeze loves Willie!! He is a handsome, older gentleman, and she can’t resist him.
This would be the greatest gift human kind could ever receive, and it would change us forever.