Sometimes life sucks. There's no other way to say it.
Yesterday, I lost a friend. Dax. How can a cat be a buddy you may ask? Well, if you have to ask, I'm not wasting my time trying to explain.
I was introduced to Dax a few years ago. I'd never seen a Maine Coon cat and his size took my breath away. He was beautiful. Thick and furry, and a kiss-my-butt attitude that made me love him that much more. He slept in bed with me on a few occasions. How comforting to reach over and feel him pressed against my leg. I brushed him a few times as well. He endured me pulling on his hair without so much as a dirty look. And I laughed at him more than once when he slapped little Milo kitten across the floor with a paw as big as a bear cub's.
Dax's mama is my close friend, Patty. He passed away in her arms. While this is heart wrenching, I also think it's very special. Dax needed his Mama, and Mama was there. I know it made his passing that much smoother and peaceful.
My friend, Linda also lost her kitty, Dickins a few months ago. I cried for Dickins and Linda, and I'm crying for Patty and Dax. Like I said, sometimes life sucks. However, it does go on. And so will Patty. And Linda. And me. But there is a corner in our hearts that will always remain empty.
Pets enrich our lives. They give comfort. Love. Companionship. Pets are little pieces of God with four paws and a tail.
Dax and Dickins will return. My Sissy cat will too. Until then we'll cry, grieve, and remember.
Rest in peace, Dax, Dickins, and Sissy.
And know you were and still are, loved.