We got him a few years back, at first he was more attached to my mother than any one else, until my mom got a job. Around that point I showed him alot of affection and he was getting closer to me, and by the time she actually got the job we were really close.
Where ever I went he wasn’t that far behind, I grown so accustomened to him by my side I thought nothing of it. I even got a water dish in my room and I gave him food every now and then.
A few weeks before we found out he was going to die, he distanced himself from me. I kind of thought he was mad at me because I kicked him out of my room everytime he went to the bathroom in it. I really did try to get him back.
He used to sleep on my pillow, my favourite pillow he had claimed, for a while. A week or so before the vet. visit he took to sleeping to the side of my bed, I took his pillow and blanket and tried to coax him into sleeping in the same spot, or at least on the pillow.
The night before he died I got really scared, and I started crying, he let me cry on him, and lay my head on him longer than he ever did.
And when we did find out he was going to be put down he put his forehead up to mine and it was like he was crying too.
I miss him so, but I know he’s happy and no longer in pain. Good bye, Shadow.
With love,
| Shadow |
| 7, June 2007 |
| Joanne Parker |