Daisy 2005-2021
We who choose to surround ourselves with lives even more temporary than our own, live within a fragile circle; easily and often breached. Unable to accept its awful gaps, we would still live no other way. We cherish memory as the only certain immortality, never fully understanding the necessary plan….
— Irving Townsend —“The Once Again Prince”
Each time is exponential. Every loss is that loss plus all the losses that came before. And always the questions: Did I give up too soon? Did I wait too long? What could I should I didn’t I do?
Each time is a cat-shaped hole in my heart. My heart is more hole than substance. It will heal, leaving another cat-shaped scar behind. Soon enough the memory of life will exceed the memory of life’s end, and I will be able to remember with joy rather than pain.
No pet should depart life unmourned, just as no pet should live life unloved. I have loved yet again, and now I will again mourn. It is the fragile circle, and I could live no other way.
I will miss you Daisy.
So sorry for your loss I know all too well the feeling I lost my Marley (mastif) 6 months ago suddenly I am still,broken hearted she was my best friend sadly we are destined to out live our pets and suffer the pain.
Thank-you Tim. I suppose if I had to choose, I’d have let her go first anyhow, so I knew that she would never want for a good home. But right now I’m not handling the sight of that empty cat bed very well.
I’m so truly sorry Salamander.
I hurt, but I think that I maybe got this one right. When a pet starts to fail, I have an awful tendency to give them a “chance”, using as justification that they might just turn around. I suspect that this chance is more for my benefit than theirs. I let Lyta Alexander go too long because my heart wanted to take the bad advice the emergency practice was giving me. I swore never to do that again. Thanks for checking in; you more than most know how it feels.