Man..she was special to me.
Friday, January 27, 2012
I can't bear to take the blankets off the window ledges. The places where Ruby liked to curl up when the sun came in. Laying in bed, I expect to hear the pat pat pat across the linoleum and feel the thwump when she jumps on the bed. She would walk along the edge and then climb over the top of the pillows. No matter what she came over to where M and I hung out. She had taken to sleeping on my hip if I laid on my side and whenever I came home, I would see where she had spent the day. There would always be a small curved bowl smoothed out in the blankets where she had spent of some part the day. The apartment is different without her. Vacant and quiet. Strange and lonely. My heart bangs in my chest thwump..and I wonder and pray I made the right decision.
Man..she was special to me.
Man..she was special to me.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
You did the right thing - Ruby was very ill and suffering. It was kindness - your last act of true caring for her.
Yea, that just sucks. My rig shack is just not as cozy without my little rig-pig in it, and the isolation of the oilfield lifestyle is harder to take this winter season. They do leave a bit of a hole, eh?
Did you get a necropsy, to see what fate had in store for you both if you had gone the other way? Usually like fifty bucks, but I figure the curiosity is worth it!
Still early to think about, but do those blankets really need to come down at all? SPCA is hunting a skinny cat through Vancouver's alleyways right now, and she'll be languishing in a cage by April or so... Get an all black one: Halloween ready, and always matches the furniture!
Post a Comment