Each and every day, I started the morning out peering out the window to be sure you were tucked away safe in your favorite chair on the back porch. As I made my way to the kitchen the sound of me making the morning coffee always brought you to the window frantically letting me know
it was time to come in.
As I drank my coffee while checking my email, you always vied for my attention and you always won. How could anyone resist your soft loving ways and your gentle affection? You then scampered away for your first of many meals of the day and a long cool drink from Mom’s famous ice water. We are all creatures of habit, you were no different.
This past Sunday morning as I looked out the window and you were not there, a dark uneasiness filled my being. I asked Mom if she had seen you and she said no. I could hear the concern in her voice. We all took turns searching the neighborhood and calling your name. As the hours went by the uneasiness turned to unbridled fear.
Our fears were realized as Cody found you late in the day. You were only a few feet from the safety of your home. It grieves me that Cody had to be the one. No one should have to do that. Especially a fourteen year old boy
who loved you immensely.
When Mom brought you home four years ago from the shelter you were tattered and torn, but you grew into one of the most beautiful and loving animals in the world. How I will miss you stalking through the grass, teasing the birds and letting them dive bomb and peck at your back. Sunning yourself in the glider, on Ian’s car, or in the back dash of Mom’s car. I know Mom will miss your skilled ways of grabbing your morning treat from the jar or your desperate attempts of drinking from the bathtub faucet.
What I will miss the most is that special time of day when I came home from work and there you always were, laying on the hope chest. As I laid down on the bed to rest from a hard day, without fail, you would jump up and come to my side, snuggling yourself as close to me as you could possible get. Being ever so gentle you would use your skilled paw to reach for my hand to make sure you got all the petting you deserved. You would lie there for hours purring and napping and occasionally looking back at me with that upside down face just making sure I was still there.
Puddy, though you were only a cat, you will never know how much you taught me about life, love, and what really matters. I will never be able to replace you. I will never forget you. I hope you know how loved you were by all of us.
Each and every day, I start the morning out……
peering out the window.
Love,
| Puddy |
| 8, June 2008 |
| Phillip |