One of the hardest calls you have to make is to your child at camp letting them know that their pet died. Today I had that call. We have had Beau for over 20 years and yesterday she was laid in a hand built box in a shady spot in the yard. Bone crushing sad.
When we first got Beau in the Target parking lot so many years ago I never thought that the day would come that she would die. We don't when we get our kittens or puppies and yet they always do. We outlive them, which is good, but hard. Each time we take in another furry friend we are putting our heart in their paws - knowing one day they are going to be gone.
Her death was a heartbreaking moment that will be in my mind for a long time. I was in the bathroom and I saw her lying on the driveway. I knew I should go out and move her, but I was busy. I would go out when I was done. Unfortunately, my husband didn't see her when he drove up.
I'll never forget his face, the heartbreak, the pain - why do things happen the way they do...
She was well past her prime, but for him and for her I wish it had ended differently.
There is no doubt that she will be missed. She was our funny big eyed beauty who was tough as nails. She survived living with my sister years ago, barely - doing severe damage to my sisters hand. She lived in so many places it was amazing she acclimated so well. She had kittens that we paid to be placed in expensive Newport Beach homes. She delighted my daughter to no end and flustered me on a daily basis.
She was loved, as all of our furry sweethearts are - heartbreakingly loved.