Thursday, August 5, 2010
Dearest blog friends, I have to share the deep sadness that has happened in my life. One of my sweet fur babies, Gypsy, was hit and killed by a car yesterday morning. I know that is a risk you take when you allow your pets to go outside, but honestly we live on a street that runs into a dead end street, and there's an elementary school on the corner. As a rule, people drive slowly and cautiously through our area. It was a fear, but I just never thought it would happen, so far from any real traffic.
I was going about my usual morning routine yesterday, when I looked out the big window in our living room. There she was, sprawled out in the road in an unnatural way, all of 6 feet from our front yard. I looked around the house in a panic, hoping it wasn't her, praying that she was really just taking a kitty nap in the other room. I ran outside, recognizing her pretty fur and long body before I got up to her. The next part is so awful, that I've been haunted by it since I saw it. My poor, innocent baby had her head completely destroyed. I wanted to believe she'd still be breathing and not too bad off, or that she'd look like she was resting peacefully. The only comfort is knowing that she went instantly from a blow like that, and didn't suffer. I just sat on the curb and cried.
I know that many of you have lost dear pets, it's part of having them in your life and loving them. It's just devastating, especially to not get to say goodbye. I feel that I was responsible for her safety and well being, and I didn't protect her. She died so violently, that car didn't care how sweet or precious she'd been to me and my boyfriend. She was just taken from us. Life is truly so fragile. She was only in our lives for 15 months, we raised her from a kitten, and we are thankful just to have had her for that short time. Rest in peace little Gypsy, I will never forget you.
Here she is with one of our other cats, Mr. Meow, they spent every second together.
As a kitten, this is a pic from when I had the blog contest to name her. Some of you may remember that.
I'm going to make a special altar space for Gypsy, and I'm going to paint her a Day of the Dead piece. I have to accept that death is part of life, and I will celebrate her sweet spirit. I'll share my painted altar piece with you when it's done.