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Christmas 1991 - January 14, 2006
Jan. 14th, 2006 11:03 pmShe was my companion, my bestest friend. She comforted me when I cried. She scratched and fitzed at anyone who didn't know her most subtle of subtle warnings to "stop petting me now."
When we met, she was skinny and bedraggled, crying in a wire kennel in a nasty Arabian pet store. She knew me for the sucker I am. I opened the kennel and she came to me, putting one paw on each shoulder, and she nuzzled my neck. I gave the scary man all my babysitting money and brought her home on the school bus, all my friends cooing at my beautiful new friend. I took her to bed with me that night, and in the morning, she woke me with little kisses on my nose.
She never hugged me like that again, and only kissed me when comforting my tears.
We understood each other, we respected each other. I loved her more than I can express.
Christie was not getting better. Indeed, she suddenly got quite worse. Her seizures broke my heart and steeled my resolve to not allow her to suffer anymore. She was nothing if not dignified, and I wanted her to have that to the end.
She was calmed, I told her over and over again that I love her, that she's beautiful. . . and then she was gone.
I held her for a good while, rocking her as I used to do, kissing her luscious soft fur. I even held her up to see her face as I passed her limp body to the assistant. After a final kiss and a whispered I love you, Christie, I left her. We'll bring her back home in a few days.
It hurts so much, I haven't the words for it.
When we met, she was skinny and bedraggled, crying in a wire kennel in a nasty Arabian pet store. She knew me for the sucker I am. I opened the kennel and she came to me, putting one paw on each shoulder, and she nuzzled my neck. I gave the scary man all my babysitting money and brought her home on the school bus, all my friends cooing at my beautiful new friend. I took her to bed with me that night, and in the morning, she woke me with little kisses on my nose.
She never hugged me like that again, and only kissed me when comforting my tears.
We understood each other, we respected each other. I loved her more than I can express.
Christie was not getting better. Indeed, she suddenly got quite worse. Her seizures broke my heart and steeled my resolve to not allow her to suffer anymore. She was nothing if not dignified, and I wanted her to have that to the end.
She was calmed, I told her over and over again that I love her, that she's beautiful. . . and then she was gone.
I held her for a good while, rocking her as I used to do, kissing her luscious soft fur. I even held her up to see her face as I passed her limp body to the assistant. After a final kiss and a whispered I love you, Christie, I left her. We'll bring her back home in a few days.
It hurts so much, I haven't the words for it.
