B's cat Gracie didn't make it. I am at work. P and B have a day off school today and are having a home day with M -- most likely just finishing up grocery shopping or getting their H1N1 shots right now. I am going to be the bearer of sad news at some point, but I think it's best if P and B hear this news once I get home to be there for them in person.
I am sitting here in my office trying to find some good in this. Gracie came home to us. That's something. She was terribly hurt, and it took her nearly a week, but she got back to us. B (and the rest of us) got the closure of having her return and knowing what had happened to her. We got to say a good-bye of sorts. We all gathered around Gracie this morning before M took her to the vet for her surgery. We all told her how much we loved her and that we hoped she wouldn't feel scared or alone. As usual, Gracie purred at us and was so happy.
I think she's the most happy-go-lucky, purely joyful cat I've ever had (and I've had a lot of cats). I will always remember her frolicking in the sunshine in our front yard, leaping at an insect that I couldn't see but she could. I was watching through the front window, and with the sun shining at her from behind, and her leaping, she just looked like joy embodied.
We will miss you, Gracie Flames.
Gracie’s Song
I am a pretty pretty.
I am a pretty kitty.
I’m pretty, and I’m a kitty.
I am a pretty pretty.
My name is Gracie Flames.
My name is Gracie Flames.
I’m Gracie, and I have flames.
My name is Gracie Flames.
These are my people people.
These are my people people.
They’re my people, and they love me.
These are my people people.
My owner’s name is B*****.
My owner’s name is B*****.
He’s B*****, and I love him.
My owner’s name is B*****.
I am a pretty pretty.
I am a pretty kitty.
I’m pretty, and I’m a kitty.
I am a pretty pretty.
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OHhhhh nooooooo, I am soooo sorry!
I am so,so sorry. For some odd reason I was just thinking yesterday of being twelve and my dear cat dying. She went out, similarly, and didn't come back...but appeared days later, having crawled into our milk box. She lay sick for what seemed like forever in a corner of the basement with me sitting on the cold concrete floor next to her, praying and praying. Crying and begging her to be all right. She died of an infection of the pancreas at the vet. What I just thought of yesterday was how my mother must have felt, and how sad it must have made her to see me suffer so. Funny that I was not aware of that at all at the time.
So sad.
Sounds like an awesome way to say goodbye to a much beloved cat.
I am so, so sorry about Gracie. Losing a fur baby is unbelievably hard. Applauding you for finding the positives but I'm still sitting here blubbering.
such sad news. it is so difficult to lose a pet - especially when they are such a part of the family. i hope everyone is doing okay.
I'm sorry. =(
~~hugs~~
that's so sad, poor lil guy.
I saw your comment, blogger only emails me Lisa's comments I have no idea why. So I can't just email you back a reply
I used to live in Winnipeg I worked in the North End for awhile with families but it was tough and then I decided I needed to go to university and moved here. I live the in the Ottawa Valley now but I miss the 'Peg sometimes. Are you a Ukie or is that just where you adoted from. I know that there are lots of Ukies who adopr from Ukraine, we looked into it and decided on domestic for lots of reasons but anyway I was just curious because if you are we can play the 6 degrees game although in my experience it is usually more like 2 with Ukrainans in the 'Peg
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