Pets - In Memoriam

I should probably have known it was going to be a bad day. I didn't, though, because I'm not too apt to pick up on these things.


I had to take my mother into town because she and my sister needed dropped off to their car pool for a week-long vacation in upstate New York. As we drove down the lane, we noticed that there was a small grey furry bundle on the roadway....

It couldn't be Nigel. He's not brave enough to go across the road!


but it was.

I couldn't cry at first. It just was not possible. So I hyperventilated myself instead while my eight year old sister sobbed in the backseat.

My mum had to stop at the grocery store before I dropped her off, so I asked her to get a few extra bags for me.

Driving home was a blur. I don't remember anything before I parked along the weeds by the driveway, where we'd placed him to protect him from other oncoming cars. I got my plastic bags and slipped them around his wet, furry little body.

it's funny... the only time it's been nice out today was when I stopped to pick him up. the rest has been grey and rainy.

When I got him home, I wrapped him in an old favorite t-shirt-- a columbia blue ring-sleeved shirt that he used to love to sleep on. I wrapped the arms around him and tucked them in nicely, and found a box that could not be a more perfect fit.

Life is cruel. I hope he did not suffer much. I think it was quick and relatively clean.

I miss him desperately. I hope I can find another cat who will mean as much to me.



Thanks for listening *tries to smile*

ellz