by Turen Navarre
Three years have passed but nothing has really changed. The pain and sadness is still there. It happened when I least expected it. I had been on a trip to Spain and left my 14 year old dog in the care of a good trusted friend who shared my house. I returned after about a week and asked about my two cats, Puck and Figgin, one of which is still with me. After hearing how well they were doing I asked after my most loyal friend she paused and told me that Betty was dead. I was so sad and stunned that all I could do was sit there and let the silent tears trickle down my cheek.I went home and ran around the house looking for her because i just couldnt believe it was true. I finally collapsed on my bed and fell asleep crying. I woke up later that night and put my hand over the edge of the bed and was surprised not to feel her silky head under my palm until I remembered what had happened. I remember that day as if it were yesterday and sometimes at night i still drop my hand over the edge of the bed to se if it was all a cruel dream. Almost two years later we had one cat, Puck, a lazy yet beautiful Ragdoll. We thought she might want a younger companion. We visited a shelter in a nearby town to find a kitten and ended up bringing home a gorgeous tuxedo female of about 2-4 months old. Within two days we became inseperable
when i left every morning she would walk me out to the car and I would come home to find her just where i left her, next to my parking garage door. She would climb up my pants and shirt and settle onto my shoulder. At night the tiny body would curl up below my chin and every morning at 5:30 she would wake me up with her tiny mewing to start the day. It was a sunday and suddenly i realized that Shar was no longer there. I called her and ran around the house and she wasn't there. I ran outside to try to find her. A few hours later i was still searching for her when she came dashing around the corner. The next morning her leg had slightly swollen and she was limping two days later she could barely walk and was at the vets. they dicharged her after about a day and three days later she was dead. Shar had left a mark on my life and on the life of Puck. Puck and I are the only ones who lived through both the loss of Betty and Shar and I know that Puck and I will never forget either of them.