The View From The Back of the Couch


February 15, 2010 | Filed under: Sunny |

We had to put our sweet old orange tabby, Sunny, to sleep on January 14. It broke my heart to do so (and don’t think Robert wasn’t equally crushed. We both cried not only in the vet’s office, but in the car on the way home, and for days afterward). And it’s been a month. And … I still miss him so. I feel his presence everywhere in the house. Sunny was the last thing I saw when I went to sleep at night and the first thing I saw when I woke up in the morning. I miss him most when I’m coming home from work at night. He’s buried behind the big garage and when I walk by, I always stop and whisper “I love you, big fat honey” while I choke back tears. On beautiful sunny days, I am reminded how he loved being outside in the back yard, sniffing things, rubbing his cheek up against the corner of the back garage, exploring under my watchful eye things we cannot see, hear or smell but they can. I miss tripping over him on the way to the kitchen, the way he always ran to greet me when I came home from work, the way he’d chirp at me when my foot touched him inadvertently (or sometimes, deliberately because I wanted to know, in the middle of the night, if he was there with me in the bed). There is a hole in my heart no one and nothing can ever fill.

Until one has loved an animal, one’s soul remains unwakened.

~~Anatole France

Pet Loss Poem

January 14, 2010 | Filed under: Poetry |

This poem, author unknown, was posted in a cat newsgroup about four years ago. It is a beautiful poem for anyone coping with the loss of a dear pet.

If It Should Be…

If it should be that I grow weak,
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then you must do what must be done,
For this last battle cannot be won.

You will be sad, I understand,
Don't let your grief then stay your hand,
For this day more than all the rest,
Your love for me must stand the test.
We've had so many happy years,
What is to come can hold no fears,
You'd not want me to suffer so,
The time has come, please let me go.
Take me where my needs they'll tend,
And please stay with me til the end,
I know in time that you will see
The kindness that you did for me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I've been saved.
Please do not grieve, it must be you
Who has this painful thing to do.
We've been so close, we two, these years,
Don't let your heart hold back its tears.

~~Author unknown

Goodbye, Sweet Baby

November 28, 2004 | Filed under: Simon |

Simon is in a better place now. My 16-year old Maine Coon crossed over the Rainbow Bridge sometime early this morning. I had put him in the bed with me last night and had been checking on him through the night. His last little meal was late yesterday afternoon, a bit of chopped turkey and gravy. I had taken his collar off so it wouldn’t dangle down in his dish. Robert observed that might have been, to him, a sign. I am very upset and sad, but the ravages of age were getting to him, I couldn’t deny it. Sunny got on the bed last night, twice, and licked Simon’s head. He knows something’s wrong this morning, but I’m not sure he knows what. He just seems more restless this morning than usual.

I will miss my kitty! Here’s a link to his photo gallery.