Dear Gambler
You’ve been my buddy through good times and bad times. You’re the only guy that stood by me the longest. You were my baby my little “Pumkin Bumkin” The best Christmas present I ever got. For 12 years you learned to adjust to moving 3 times along with putting up with how many new pets? 4 cats 2 dogs how many chickens the woodchuck under the house and those crazy chippies and the list goes on and on.
I look back and remember when I first got you and how you would just take the food right off my plate. And when I was cooking seafood all I had to do was put the seasoning in the water and boom whereever you were you came running. Just meowing like crazy.
How about the time when you bit Santa and put all those people in a big panic. You were running around hissing and growling at all those people. Not a real bright idea on my part. What about when you bit Peggy at the grooming shop? Deb or her won’t forget you along with both of the Dr. offices you went to.
It’s been very hard for me to watch you fade away to nothing. I don’t know if making you stay alive this long was right. I think back and I can’t remember the last time you head butted me or let alone go sleep on my bed upstairs. I just can’t believe how you just keep fighting to stay alive. I pray every night that you would just go in your sleep for your sake…but you don’t.
This morning was the first day you didn’t come to the refrigerator today is the day I’m guessing. All day I watched you I tried to feed you but you weren’t hungry. You’re so weak you can barely stand. Occasionally your head pops up and you try to look around.
Gam heaven sent you. Now you belong to heaven the stars spell out your name. It’s 2/25/98 2:30 a.m. It’s time…. You’re in pain. I’ve watched you too long. I want you to know you’re the best pet that anyone could ever ask for! I keep checking on you every 15 minutes you’re suffering but you keep on fighting to stay alive. Why? I had my last dance with you. Sang my last song to you…and I told you you could go now….I kissed your little head and I cried all night. I just don’t know anymore.
I thought about where you were to be buried…by the others Brutus Catita or Duke? Or by the apple tree..where I can see you every day. I promise there will always be flowers by you.
It’s 10:00 a.m. Kari called she’ll be here be 3:30. I can’t watch you suffer anymore. You can’t even jump on the couch or even drink any water. Mom brought you a dozen red roses each one representing a year for you. It’s 3:10 Kari is here. The pain will be gone soon Pumkin. It just tore me apart when your little head just dropped.
It’s over. It’s finally over time to cross the bridge now honey. I will always love you and never forget you. Thanks for always being there.
Lots of love
Micky
| Gambler |
| 25, Feb 1998 |
| Micky |