We lost our dear cat, Peter, on June 17, 2009. He just dropped dead. He had a heart murmur, but nothing had been wrong. I wasn't home, because I was out to dinner with old friends whom I hadn't seen in a while. One announced her pregnancy. I was on a high. Then Michael called. I rushed home, we rushed to the Penn Vet ER, but he was gone. I miss him so terribly. He was only 5-years-old. The house is so empty without him.
Our other cat, Boots, is missing him also. He is completely attached to us, which is very comforting, but we can tell he's hurting just like we are. Poor Michael has been so strong for all of us. I wish I had been home with him. He is the best person I have ever met, which I always knew, but he is showing it so much through our grief.
In the meantime, I try to find the happiness and be grateful for what I have, which is a loving family, a beautiful pet, and fantastic friends. And I'm still running! I did 5 miles, my longest run since the marathon, on Saturday, and I felt great. Life goes on.
1 comment:
That is really sad for you. I am sorry you have to go through that. He was so young!
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