I lost my babies a couple months apart.
Muffin was my cream colored, farm-born kitty and she went first. She lived a long life of 19 years (I was born when she was 2!). She was an outdoor cat for the majority of her life. My mother told me that she had once had a litter of kittens, but I was too young to remember. I'd like to think that we grew up together and she become the closest to me, as she always slept in my room. She was so tiny (only about 5 pounds) and I could pick her up with one hand and set her on my shoulder. Even at the ripe age of 15, she would still playfully run around the house. She went blind at age 16, so we began keeping her indoors, but she had the same personality and would follow the sound of my voice so she could curl up with me. When she began to deteriorate, I made the decision to have the vet put her down. I petted her and kissed her on the head, as she was given the shot, and then took her home and buried her between two tall trees. Sometimes, I'll still dream about her.
Max, our golden lab, died about 2 months after Muffin. He was 12 and had had arthritis for a couple of years, but his death was still unexpected. It seemed he was getting better--he was finally able to go up stairs again. However, he randomly got sick one day and passed in my Mom's arms. I remember I had petted him and then went to take a shower...after I got out, I was walking down the hall and I just knew something was different. Then, my dad approached me and told me Max had just died. He's buried outside in the woods. He was the runt of his litter and grew up to be the sweetest dog. I never heard him growl a day in his life.
I know the two of them are together somewhere! Four years later, I've finally started a new chapter---with my kitten, Nimbus.
Muffin was my cream colored, farm-born kitty and she went first. She lived a long life of 19 years (I was born when she was 2!). She was an outdoor cat for the majority of her life. My mother told me that she had once had a litter of kittens, but I was too young to remember. I'd like to think that we grew up together and she become the closest to me, as she always slept in my room. She was so tiny (only about 5 pounds) and I could pick her up with one hand and set her on my shoulder. Even at the ripe age of 15, she would still playfully run around the house. She went blind at age 16, so we began keeping her indoors, but she had the same personality and would follow the sound of my voice so she could curl up with me. When she began to deteriorate, I made the decision to have the vet put her down. I petted her and kissed her on the head, as she was given the shot, and then took her home and buried her between two tall trees. Sometimes, I'll still dream about her.
Max, our golden lab, died about 2 months after Muffin. He was 12 and had had arthritis for a couple of years, but his death was still unexpected. It seemed he was getting better--he was finally able to go up stairs again. However, he randomly got sick one day and passed in my Mom's arms. I remember I had petted him and then went to take a shower...after I got out, I was walking down the hall and I just knew something was different. Then, my dad approached me and told me Max had just died. He's buried outside in the woods. He was the runt of his litter and grew up to be the sweetest dog. I never heard him growl a day in his life.
I know the two of them are together somewhere! Four years later, I've finally started a new chapter---with my kitten, Nimbus.
