Pet Obituary II

[devi]

Jack is gone. I came home today and found her.

With Meg I was more or less expecting it. She was frail and going barmy and I knew she was on the way out, and that all I could do was try and make her comfortable. But Jack, okay, she'd lost a bit of weight and was slowing down, but she was pottering round the cage last night quite happily, she wasn't wheezing like she's sometimes done in the past, a few weeks ago we'd changed her bedding to a kind that was supposed to be better for her breathing, she was nibbling things... and today she died.

I had a premonition with Meg, I had a chance to arrange some words in my head for her in advance, not really admitting to myself what I was doing. But now I'm just stunned. And even though Jack got vicious in her old age and we never really had a relationship as such, I'm wondering if I should have seen something. Done something.

Other people have bigger sorrows tonight which I don't want to belittle, but still... sigh. Goodbye, Jack. Tomorrow I'll bury you next to Meg in the flowerbed.

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[the-elyan.livejournal.com]

I was away when both the cats I had grown up with left the party, but I know how it hurts.

Perhaps one day an appropriate flower will spring from the flowerbed - at the risk of sounding like Joyce Grenfell, what flower (or plant, if you prefer) do you think?

In the meantime, my condolences and better thoughts...

[bluedevi.livejournal.com]

Hmmm... Meg's would have to be a rather pretty sort of poison ivy. Jack's... maybe a peach-coloured tea rose, but still with thorns.