Losing a pet can steal speech.
My friend, Susan, emailed her message,
” Couldn’t send this yesterday……know you know exactly how I feel.”
Gandalf, Susan’s 20-year-old Siamese companion, let her know it was time to explore the next phase of existence.
“He had become very addled…yowling and wandering around aimlessly. He had just started spraying inside…that was the sign…”
“I know he was “just a cat” but he was an exceptional, beautiful, loving, goofy one and I will miss him sorely…so will Jerry.” Jerry, Susan’s “new” husband (**note below) had been fully approved by Gandalf. However, it had taken feline cunning to eke acceptance from Jerry who was no push-over.
Susan, I am so sorry.
This emptiness will not be filled with words.
Susan wrote, “We spent a good part of the afternoon outside, after it stopped pouring (rain) and he had one last territorial spray to keep the marauding cat across the street away! Fierce to the end.”
“I wrapped Gandalf in my fuzzy wuzzy blanket and
eventually we buried him with flowers and rosemary in the rose garden.”
Typical of my gorgeous,
and heart-broken friend,
Susan placed a blue, heart-shaped stone
atop Gandalf’s grave.
A perfect match
for his wise,
♥ ♥ ♥