Farewell my friend, i'll miss you
Many people have brothers and sisters to cry with, laugh with and share memories with, or childhood friends who they have known for most of their lives to do the same.
My father was in the military for almost half of my life so I only knew friends for 2 years at a time before having to move to the next post. As an only child such a situation is only made more difficult, because there are many lonely days without friends who can understand you, and remind you of past memories.
To offset this, my father got us two simple pets to share our longest memories while we were on the road and then some. These two simple pets were with us through one "conflict" (with mortars hitting only 3 houses away from our home on base in Panama), two different countries, 4 states to live in, 30 years combined between them, and many...many miles travelled.
One of them, a dog, died several years ago. (some of you may remember it, I got into a car accident right after I found out...er...sorry Shouse! I think it might have knocked the stupid out of your at least! :P ). The other was a cat, who many of you probably remember me talking about, even in passing.
For those of you who have known me through our crazy high school years, and have had the pleasure of meeting Chitty Kitty, my siamese cat and villanous sidekick, I have some bad news to relay.
On Tuesday, October 2nd, 2007 Chitty Kitty, friend and constant companion who has been with me for 18 years, passed away in my arms due to health compications.
It was a sad day for me, and just as bad of a week. I've been hesitant to mention it to anyone, but he was in my life for too long to just not say anything at all. In combination with my mother dying, my grandparents (on both sides), my dog, and now my cat; My father and I are now the only living people alive on our branch of the family.
We buried his remains near the large garage built by my dad and I (right next to the other family pet I mentioned above.)
He was buried wrapped in a blanket i've always found comfortable for us to nap with, two fuzzy playballs which he ripped off of the end of two play "fishing poles" he would drag EVERYWHERE (like a prize fresh after a kill), and a simple collection of pictures which were focused on him.
To many it may seem stupid to talk about my cat like he (not IT) was a living breathing person, but to me he was a unique individual who was closer to me as a friend than many other people could ever have in two lifetimes (let alone one).
Farewell my fiend, I'll see you on the other side of the meadow where the sun will warm you until I can wake you up and scratch your ears and chin until you purr. When we meet again we can take that nap I meant to take with you before you died in my arms.
Goodbye Chitty, I'll miss you.
My father was in the military for almost half of my life so I only knew friends for 2 years at a time before having to move to the next post. As an only child such a situation is only made more difficult, because there are many lonely days without friends who can understand you, and remind you of past memories.
To offset this, my father got us two simple pets to share our longest memories while we were on the road and then some. These two simple pets were with us through one "conflict" (with mortars hitting only 3 houses away from our home on base in Panama), two different countries, 4 states to live in, 30 years combined between them, and many...many miles travelled.
One of them, a dog, died several years ago. (some of you may remember it, I got into a car accident right after I found out...er...sorry Shouse! I think it might have knocked the stupid out of your at least! :P ). The other was a cat, who many of you probably remember me talking about, even in passing.
For those of you who have known me through our crazy high school years, and have had the pleasure of meeting Chitty Kitty, my siamese cat and villanous sidekick, I have some bad news to relay.
On Tuesday, October 2nd, 2007 Chitty Kitty, friend and constant companion who has been with me for 18 years, passed away in my arms due to health compications.
It was a sad day for me, and just as bad of a week. I've been hesitant to mention it to anyone, but he was in my life for too long to just not say anything at all. In combination with my mother dying, my grandparents (on both sides), my dog, and now my cat; My father and I are now the only living people alive on our branch of the family.
We buried his remains near the large garage built by my dad and I (right next to the other family pet I mentioned above.)
He was buried wrapped in a blanket i've always found comfortable for us to nap with, two fuzzy playballs which he ripped off of the end of two play "fishing poles" he would drag EVERYWHERE (like a prize fresh after a kill), and a simple collection of pictures which were focused on him.
To many it may seem stupid to talk about my cat like he (not IT) was a living breathing person, but to me he was a unique individual who was closer to me as a friend than many other people could ever have in two lifetimes (let alone one).
Farewell my fiend, I'll see you on the other side of the meadow where the sun will warm you until I can wake you up and scratch your ears and chin until you purr. When we meet again we can take that nap I meant to take with you before you died in my arms.
Goodbye Chitty, I'll miss you.
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