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| "Quit choking me, Rocky!" says Jolly |
All you pet lovers know the jagged
ache that I still experience every time I think of Jolly, and the longing I
feel to embrace his silly little black and white self once again.
Enter my artist—translate: kind
and sensitive—son, who listened with patient compassion as I choked out my grief
the day Jolly died. Then he said, simple and nourishing as a bowl of milk, “You
need another baby kitty, Mom.”
I sighed, wiping huge tears from
my face. “Do you really think so, son?”
“Of course—baby kitties solve
everything.”
Although his philosophy on life
may seem a bit simplistic, I did think and pray about his advice. And
decided to go with it. Lord knows beating myself up over Jolly’s demise wasn’t
helping my broken soul mend.
| Pokey is all white except for a calico head and tail and a couple of "dots" on her back |
Pokey spent her first night in
our bed snuggled between us, purring herself to sleep. I’m not sure my husband
was too wild with that arrangement, but I didn’t ask him.
I will always miss Jolly. I
believe he’s waiting for me in heaven. And I’m certain he forgives me for my
stupid decision. But until I can see and hold him again, Pokey turns a tragic accident into a happy ending.
Have you ever had to put a pet to sleep? How long did it take you to
get over it?


