Saturday, September 12, 2015

Unbroken Bond

Tue. Sept. 8, 2018  4:30 AM
This morning at 3:50 AM my friend and loving companion, Spreckles, succumbed to injuries sustained from a coyote attack the night before. I found her early yesterday morning lying by the kitty door, bloody and too battered and broken to come in. I gently picked her up and carefully laid her on a towel in the kitchen. The situation did not look good 
Spreckles has been my companion for years and I hate terribly to see her go, but go she must. It's her time. 
I named her Spreckles because she is all black, except for a small white spot on her chest, which reminded me of a spoonful of sugar, hence the name.
Her quality of life has been deteriorating for a year or so. She has been completely blind for the last six months. That's probably why she was unable to defend herself. All day yesterday she lay on the floor, weak and unable to eat or function. When I got up at 3:45, she was breathing hard. I knew she was about gone, so I knelt down beside her and spoke soothingly to her and petted her like I have for years. 
Then she was gone.  I truly believe she waited untitled  I could tell her goodbye. She is no longer in pain. 
Such is life with pets. We learn to love them like family members, but too soon we have to let them go. 
Pets give us so much comfort and pleasure in time of need. They are always there ready to share their love, never judging us, always accepting us for who and what we are. 
I will miss the early mornings she jumped on my lap, wanting to be brushed and petted. 
I'll miss her sitting at my feet in the evenings. She just wanted to be close to me. 
Spreckles wandered into the shop 15 years ago, no more that a kitten. From where we'll never know. Each morning I walked into the shop and gently picked her up and held her cheek to mine. At first she resisted but after a few weeks she slowly gave in. Eventually she looked forward to me petting her every morning and when I would pick her up, she offered her cheek to rub against mine. We developed a bond. A bond that never was broken. 
Goodbye Spreckles. I'll miss you.