I miss you.

October 30, 2012

Hello my ever so neglected blog! It appears I’ve been. . .occupied. Sadly, I did not finish posting my September photo challenge pictures, and November is less than 30 hours away. For the record, I do have the pictures, but the number of steps it takes me to upload them on to this blogtackular website is, at the moment, overwhelming. I give myself a C- for effort. Much room for improvement. Oh, bother!

This week has been a week from hell. My best four legged buddy for the past 8 years was taken much too soon. He was missing for a full 7 days before we found his body. During those 7 days we were concerned, sad, hopeful, and even a bit angry. We checked the shelter’s website daily, and drove out there twice, only to be greeted by the same sad eyes of dogs and cats that were waiting for their owner’s who never came. What I would’ve given to have found my little chunks in one of those cages! Where are all these owners? My husband had it worse than I, as he did the gentlemanly thing to do, and put my dear Peta in a box and buried him in the backyard. It took days for him to get the image (I’m too sad to even describe it, but you can imagine) out of his head. The most heartbreaking moment was watching our daughter scream at the top of her lungs, “I want to see Peta!” as she reached for his grave, sobbing. Nobody teaches you how to console a grieving child. I feel awful for those parents who have even more horrible circumstances for their babies to overcome. We miss you Peta chunks, and this is for you

I found Peta working for vector control just after college. Actually, one of my coworkers found a litter of kittens in a hallowed out log near the river we were spraying for mosquitos. I very unenthusiastically came to see what the fuss was about. After all, I was never a cat person. He came running out to me, blonde fluffy tail pointed straight up to the sky, the same color as his eyes. I scooped him up, and thought for a brief second about taking him home. Then I very quickly put that thought aside. I would be moving across the country in a matter of weeks, and who knew if my apartment even allowed pets? It sounded so irrational, right? So I put him back in the log with his other, not so friendly siblings. My coworkers looked at me in disbelief, and so did he. He came running towards me, meowing, as if he was saying, “mommy!” End of story. He was mine.

He proved to be a good decision, as he became my best friend, and a very cool cat. He was a great traveler, happy to be included in the new adventures. He even camped with us at the beach when we reached the coast. He loved being outdoors, and he loved people. When my daughter was born, he would cuddle her in the bassinet. At night, he slept in my arms like a teddy bear. He would follow us to the park, and chill underneath the slide for some shade while the kids ran around and played. Of course, he attracted the attention of the neighborhood kids, and would let them pet him. When he had enough, he would go hide under a bush. But when it was time to go, he’d follow us home. Oh how I miss hearing the jingle of your collar, Peta. I miss seeing you saunter through the neighborhood when you heard us coming. I miss your cuddles, your meows, your gentle scratches at the door. I hope you found Jackson and your old buddy Lemon in the kitty afterlife. You deserve the best. Thanks for being such a good friend.


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