My Kid’s name is Wacky.
He was a big skinny grouchy brown tabby.
He was born on 3/26/89 and passed away on 11/3/98.
He was my best friend. I loved him more than I have ever
loved anything in this world. He was with me thru 2 relationships,
moving out from my parents college. All my good and bad times.
I went from a child to a woman with him beside me.
He taught me how to love..Unconditionally.
He was diagnosed with heart disease about 2 and a half years ago.
He was really sick. He weighed about 7 pounds. I took him to a specialist
and with some medication every day he got better and better.
His doctor told me from the beginning that his prognosis for a
long healthy life was not very good…but he seemed to get a lot better.
He gained weight and was happy and active. Every 2 weeks I took him
in for his checkup. He really seemed to be thriving.
The last time I took him in was in October.. He was up to 9.75 pounds
and his tests looked good. I bought him a feather on a string toy
and took him home. He loved that feather!!
A week and a half later..3 days before his next appointment
he started acting funny. Looking at his food and acting hungry but not
really eating anything. I took him in the next day..he was admitted to
the hospital and tests run.
I saw him on Monday night and the doctor told me that he wasn’t
responding as fast as they had hoped…but that he was improving slowly.
I stayed with him there at the hospital for a few hours then went home.
The next morning at 5am I got a call telling me that he had
gone into critical condition. I got there just as he went into cardiac arrest.
I went in and held him. I sat with him there at the vet for
3 and a half hours after he went.
I never for one second thought that I would lose him.
I am totally devastated.
It is two months today of that last night that I saw him there at the vet.
The last time we looked into each others eyes. When I told him
that he would be OK. I have a horrible feeling of guilt that I left him there.
I loved him so very much.
This is the first time I have been on my computer since I lost him.
He’d come in here and sit with me every time I was on it. He followed me
everywhere. I couldn’t bear to be in here. If you think that’s mental..
Last night was the first time since I lost him that I slept in my bed.
I have his ashes here on my mantle.
I want him to be sprinkled with me…when it’s my time.
To My Wacky
Wacky.
My little bug.
How I miss you.
Not one day passes without constant thoughts of you.
You meant so much to me.
I can’t wait for the day when I see you again.
I love you booboo.
| Wacky |