Yesterday we received in the mail, a sympathy card from out vet's office that was signed by all the staff there: the doctor who euthanized Lizzy, the receptionist who was there that night, the intern, all the techs, and all the assistants, many of whom weren't even on duty when we were there last tuesday night. Each one of them had written a personal message like "I'm truly sorry; it's so hard to say goodbye to a companion like Lizzy" and "Lizzy will be missed by all of us" (apparently that person didn't know her very well). It was extremely sweet and thoughtful and I was quite touched by it all. I've had many pets over the years and experienced varying degrees of compassion and understanding from veterinarians when those pets were ill or dying, but never anything like this.
I'm not an outwardly emotional person, as my husband will attest. I find it very difficult to remain serious about even the most sacred of subjects and my cynicism knows no match. But I've had several experiences in the past week where I've seen a black streak out of the corner of my eye and my brain thought, oh, there goes Lizzy running from the girls, or I've awoken in the middle of the night because I felt the pressure of a cat jumping up on the bed and lying on my feet. It all goes to show that I was much more attached to and used to her in my life than I'd ever been willing to admit.
It's hard to say goodbye to a pet that's been a member of your family for thirteen years. And the last thing on my mind was replacing her as soon as possible. But sometimes someone comes into your life and you just know it was meant to be. When I first saw her, I thought she was just there to rummage around in the garbage can and I tried to deny it, but she's come back day after day and I feel it's time we adopt her. Sure, she's been living on the streets and as such, she looks a little ragged. But I have a feeling that once I give her a bath and maybe take her to the groomer she'll be just as beautiful as any thoroughbred cat. Either way, she needs a home and we need something to love.
Lizzy will be missed, but our new pet, Polly, is just as loving and cuddly as Lizzy ever was.
I'm not an outwardly emotional person, as my husband will attest. I find it very difficult to remain serious about even the most sacred of subjects and my cynicism knows no match. But I've had several experiences in the past week where I've seen a black streak out of the corner of my eye and my brain thought, oh, there goes Lizzy running from the girls, or I've awoken in the middle of the night because I felt the pressure of a cat jumping up on the bed and lying on my feet. It all goes to show that I was much more attached to and used to her in my life than I'd ever been willing to admit.
It's hard to say goodbye to a pet that's been a member of your family for thirteen years. And the last thing on my mind was replacing her as soon as possible. But sometimes someone comes into your life and you just know it was meant to be. When I first saw her, I thought she was just there to rummage around in the garbage can and I tried to deny it, but she's come back day after day and I feel it's time we adopt her. Sure, she's been living on the streets and as such, she looks a little ragged. But I have a feeling that once I give her a bath and maybe take her to the groomer she'll be just as beautiful as any thoroughbred cat. Either way, she needs a home and we need something to love.
Lizzy will be missed, but our new pet, Polly, is just as loving and cuddly as Lizzy ever was.
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December 4, 2008 at 9:42 AM
Uhhh,,,what is it.
December 4, 2008 at 9:46 AM
Um, I hate to tell you this (what with all your grieving and what not), but that's not a cat. Just thought you should know. Sorry to be the one to have to break it to you.
I bet its as friendly as Lizzy, though.
December 4, 2008 at 10:07 AM
@Scott: Well, that just starts the grieving process all over doesn't it? Are you sure I can't keep it? I mean, we're all used to avoiding teeth and talons around here, so it wouldn't be any different from having Lizzy around.
@Lucy: Don't be fooled by the term "playing possum." They don't curl up in a ball and go to sleep. They bite.
December 4, 2008 at 11:59 AM
LOL I, for one, think your new pet is cute! ;)
December 4, 2008 at 1:09 PM
Sorry the ghost of Lizzy is haunting you.
I challenge your statement, "My cynicism knows no match." In fact, I'm a bit insulted.
December 4, 2008 at 4:31 PM
Cute replacement "kitty." Do possums make good pets?
I am sorry about the loss of your kitty. I know how much I love my doggy. I would be terribly sad if I lost her.
December 4, 2008 at 7:14 PM
I would worry that you're serious but there's one thing that struck me as false. I can't think of a serial killer with the name of Polly...
December 5, 2008 at 12:51 AM
HA! cute... Even if you could tame a possum, you'd be greiving again soon. Their natural lifespan is the shortest of any mammal -- about 2 years. Yes, my head IS completely full of useless trivial knowledge!
December 5, 2008 at 9:36 AM
I don't know if possum make good pets, but I hear they make good eatin'!
December 9, 2008 at 7:20 PM
Um, hm. Oh my...
Bee mentioned dreaming about Pogo the other night and how realistic it was. Amazing how the mind works, isn't it?