There are moments that stay in one’s memories. A kitten fetching a pom-pom tiny “ball” and bringing it back to me over and over again for me to toss one more time. The indignant glare when a water dish was dry. The contented purr when I found just the right spot under his chin. The constant head butting to insure that I was paying attention. The heavy weight of a sleeping cat on my lap.
Sunday, my sweet boy left this earth for, hopefully, fields of catnip and constant sunshine. He was over two decades old, he had lost the spring in his pounce, he was deaf, it obviously hurt to walk around and he couldn’t see us very well anymore. But he was still our Charlie. Defender of a young boy, comforter to that boy’s mom.
It’s too quiet here now. We’re missing a heartbeat. I don’t think I’m going to get much done today. I keep staring off into space, and wiping away tears.
If you’ve ever loved a pet then you know how I’m feeling today. My heart is broken.
