Thursday, April 26, 2012

Cat Update: He didn't make it.

I'm...I don't really know what to say. I've never had to bury a pet before (as my dogs are only about 6...). We found Greaser this morning on the side of the road. He was finally coming back to us, probably having been stuck in a tree or something, (He had a tendency to do that...) but it was dark and he didn't get out of the way of the car in time. We live near a busy street, so we knew the risks when we let him be an outdoor and indoor cat. I wasn't going to keep him locked up inside all the time if it made him miserable. Still, being prepared for it doesn't make it any easier.

I'm kind of past the bawling my eyes out stage and now everything just seems surreal. I don't think I've accepted the fact that he's gone yet. Now, I'm on to the therapeutic blogging. Hope you guys don't mind two weepy posts in a row. Feeling how sad it is to simply have a pet die makes me put it into perspective when I think of people that lose family members or friends. I was really young when I lost my grandpa so I don't have a very good memory of what that's like. My heart goes out to anyone that's had to say goodbye to people close to them.

 RIP Greaser


  1. I'm so sorry. I lost my first cat to cancer when I was in middle school, but we saw it coming. I really don't know what to say other than I'm sorry about Greaser. :/

  2. I am horribly sorry to hear about Greaser. I used to work at a veterinary hospital, and I understand what a loss it is. I am sending you lots of hugs.

  3. Thank you. It means a lot. We buried him in a nice spot by the lake, out of the reach of the water. I'm going to go paint an image of him on his gravestone this weekend.