Months After

So it's been awhile since I"ve posted anything. Maybe writing got a little hard for awhile. What I find uncanny, looking back anyway, is my acknowledgement of Paddy's life comign to a close. Only a few short months after, my little Colonel died in my arms. It was surreal-and I have to admit i was shocked and horrified. I would have been asleep most nights around midnight but I'd been on the phone with my boyfriend when I looked over and saw my girl gasping for air and stumbling around her cage. I remember screaming for my mom with Mark on the phone and then managing to get my girl into my hands but it was too late. Moments later she was gone-just like my Kallie.

Some birthday gift for Mark.

She's with kallie now, they're buried near one another with Mark's two cats so at least none of them are alone. I dealt with her death so much differently then Kallie's-but I think it was because of the sudden shock of Paddy going which allowed me to grieve right then and there.

I still miss them both terribly. But if there is one thing I"ve learned from all this is that life goes on and my love for them continues too. I can move on and have more animals but it doesn't change the love I shared with Paddy and Kallie (and other pets long since gone). They know my love for them is never ending, and to honor them it's best to love other critters who might otherwise find themselves without homes and more importantly, without anyone to love them.  I think, if I did that, I'd be dishonoring the animals I've loved so much and not honoring them even if it hurts to move on.

Honoring them is much more important.