Bruce L
09-14-2022, 01:35 PM
Just thirteen months ago,we brought a beautiful long haired grey tabby kitten into the house. Several months in,like just before Christmas he started having seizures,they told us we would get three years probably. With medications have been able to handle it. My wife originally picked him,but he quickly became my grandson,and we were inseparable,he followed me everywhere,just like a dog would. First thing I would see in the morning when I got up,run outside ahead of me to play with the other cats at the barn. He would come to me immediately from anywhere within ear range when I would call his name. This past Monday was the worst day of my life. I was heading out for my afternoon bus run,he ran out the door ahead of me and sat on the step. I pet him good bye,and headed up the driveway. He didn’t run ahead of me as per normal,or everything would have been okay. I have kicked myself over and over and over again for not looking back over my shoulder before I climbed into the bus. You can guess what happened as my Father carried him down to the house,where he died in my arms after I got home. My wife told me quit blaming myself,but I can’t help it,as I knew what he was like and should have checked. I am sure I am depressed now,as I didn’t eat that night,and very little since. Sleep is pretty much non existent,I wake up from dreams of him sitting beside the bus waiting for me. Certainly a piece of me died with him.