You may have noticed that I haven’t been blogging on this blog in the last few weeks. I am WINNING (!) at this new domain, eh? 😉 But the House of Moo has been a touch preoccupied the past two weeks…
Shortly before I relocated to this domain, we had to say goodbye to our eldest kitty, Audrey, to whom I had been mama to for the past seventeen years. She lived a very loved, very lengthy life – and we held on a little too long as it was.
She had a large tumor near her heart and pleural effusion – essentially condensation in her chest cavity that pushes against her lungs and reduces their ability to fully expand. It came quick and strong, and she went downhill fast, losing 28% of her body weight within 6 weeks. Holding on any longer would have sentenced her to one of two actions: starving or suffocating to death. Her little body made the decision for us and she went peacefully with us curled around her. She has since returned home in a mahogany box that sits next to her sister on a shelf in the study, where she can be a part of the family always.
When I was little, watching a good friend pass away was tough – no less tough than it is now. Shortly after one passed away, our family rescued another. Most times they found us – strays who crossed our paths and whose owners could not be relocated. Some were sought out at shelters. Occasionally people find this in poor taste, as if we’re easily replacing an animal who simply cannot be replaced.
My father held a different perspective: When a pet passes away, they’re helping make “room to rescue one more.”
I’ve always liked that thought. I imagine that, had we been able to ask, every single one of our rescued pets would have supported our helping another animal that had found themselves in a similar situation at the time they’d joined our family. I like to think all our pets would be that selfless. 😉 They, like we, would understand that saving one more life wasn’t replacing them. It was honoring their memory. They were at the Rainbow Bridge and not saving another life wouldn’t bring them back. And unfortunately, there is no shortage of animals who need saving.
So the story went and so the story carries on in our household.
This year, we lost three family pets: My father lost two of my childhood shepherds and we lost my childhood kitty. In true honor of each of the three we lost in 2012, we have saved three more: Gizmo was the first, and I now introduce (in true nerdy Harry Potter lovin’ fashion), Lily and Severus – our five week old balls of puff – and don’t worry, they’re well aware they have some big shoes to fill! 😉
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