… And Then You Die
This is my cat, Bronson. Actually, I should put was, as my parents found him outside on the footpath this morning, cold and unmoving. He had died sometime during the night, between 1 and 7 in the morning. He was around eighteen years old (at least), so he definitely had a good run. It’s just surprising, as last night he was racing around the dining room table, hoping for some of the roast chicken we were having, and then demanded a lap to sleep on. Which he got, from around 6:30pm until he got put outside, sometime around 11.
We’re all taking it differently. My sister just… broke. She curled up in a ball next to his body, and eventually we had to take her upstairs and put her to bed. She’s been there ever since. Mum and Dad are upset, but are staying strong.
Me? I’m… very much back and forth. Sometimes I’m okay, able to focus (mostly) on the work I’m doing for school. Other times I’m just a mess, a ball of tears. I had to take my grandfather to the supermarket this morning, and I was tearing up at random times, over random things. Mum’s watching me though, as I am the family member known for actually having breakdowns.
We’re burying him in the garden, in one of his favourite spots. Mum’s removing the stump, before digging his grave. We’re going to plant a tree over the spot, so it’ll look nice and pretty. I think he’d like that.
The pile of blankets at the foot of my chair, where he liked to sleep whenever there was no lap is looking pretty empty right now.
I love him so much.
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*BIG SQUISHY HUG*
*is hugged*
Thanks a lot. My family have been good, same with the neighbours. I’m gonna be okay. I still keep peeking outside the open door to see if he’s there, or if he’s gone to his bed. It’ll take a while before I stop doing that.
I’m really sorry for your loss, Catherine. *hugs* I know how it feels to find your pet surprisingly dead after knowing it to be so healthy the night before. Take care and God bless.
Lots of love and deepest sympathies,
Hazael
Thanks. I’ve had a lot of support, which has made things a little easier.
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