The Loss of a Pet
Unless you’ve tragically lost a pet that is near and dear to you then you don’t understand quite the pain that comes along with it. A really sweet co-worker who on occasion has teased me for my obsession with iced mocha lattes lost her cat Molly of 13 years yesterday. She had diabetes and had to be put to sleep.
This reminded me of my Kesyer (Keyser Soze) who was my first pet that was all my own. I got him with my then roommate (she got the brother named Conan) and we were a family for a little while. Keyser and Conan would almost always sleep together curled up in a ball…they had such a brotherly bond. My roommate and I had to each move home so they were seperated, which they both realed from for a while.
Soon after I moved home Keyser was killed by a car and for at least a year I truly mourned him. At that point in my life he was everything to me and I felt more alone. I hated myself for letting that happen to him.
But my point of this post is that I told my co-worker that I was sure Keyser would take good care of Molly and she really seemed appreciated hearing that, I think at the time I would have too. I hope they are both happy where they are and have plenty of things to chase to their hearts content.