Last week my girl's & I found out some very sad news. A cat friend of ours passed away. Lou was my parent's pet & the girl's begged to take him home every time we visited. Lou got very sick & had to be "put to sleep".
I remember going to an animal shelter 13 years ago with my mom--& Lou picked us as his family. (When my mom held him, he clawed onto her shirt & wouldn't let go.) "Yeah, I guess we'll take this one."
He was our cat. He knew me before my hubby did. And he was a friend during a time in my life where I was broken & needed a good furry companion to comfort me.
I named him "Lou", short for "King Louie". But we all joked that it was short for "Lucifer". He was an evil little bugger at times.
Telling my girl's about this was heartbreaking. I've never seen such a sadness & pain consume my sweet Zoey in such an instant. My heart felt things it's never felt before. For some reason, it all made sense to Pazely. She associated Lou's recent grey speckles in his black fur as a sign of "getting old". And that, to a 5 year old, meant Lou's time on earth was nearing an end.
The girls & I drew pictures & wrote messages on balloons as our way of saying goodbye to Lou. We said a few words & then sent the balloons off towards kitty heaven.
We will miss you Lou.