Joey
Joey was my cat. He came in each night at 9pm and sat on my chest while I watched my late night movie. Every morning he met me for breakfast (his) and had coffee with me in the garden on our swinging bench under the potato vines. We watched the birds and the squirrels. The rest of the day he guarded our yard from marauders including our dog, Bolo. They had an interesting relationship as Joey was older when Bolo was a pup and Bolo never had the upper hand, although he tried. He would come just so close and then recoil. We all played chase around the back yard. For the past few weeks, Joey had hidden away after a bad diagnosis from the vet. We couldn't find him anywhere and then he turned up in the kitchen a few nights ago and we found out where he had been...all settled in a box in the basement which he closed. Today I took him in. I will miss him.
7 comments:
Awww, Mom, I'm so sorry to hear about Joey. He's in a better place. ~Sharon xoxo
PS: No longer in any kind of discomfort and lucky to have you and Bill as parents.
Irene, I am sorry. It sounds like he made himself a comfortable nest where he could spend his last days. Lots of love. Heidi
Sorry to hear about Joey! Is that a painting that you did of him? It's beautiful! Love you guys, Mae
I'm so sorry, Irene.
hey grandma, its danielle. just on ryans account. I'm really sorry to hear about joey. I remember spending the night at your house the day we lost christopher; cuz mom and dad didn't want us comming to the vet.
The vet gave my parents a poem called the rainbow bridge to help us deal with the loss we were feeling, its about how an animal lives in its own special world after they pass that's made perfectly for them. And they stay there contently waiting. Waiting for those that they had loved, and had loved them, to cross the rainbow bridge and meet them. Then the pair will continue on their ways together.
Joey was a really lucky cat, he was loved, lived in an awesome part of town that he had the freedom to explore anytime he wanted, and was given the choice of his final resting place. Which chirstopher unfortunately was taken from his chosen passing place and taken to the vet. I can't think about that day without regretting trying to save him, he was ready to go to his special world. Were he is patiently waiting for me, and is probably lazing in a tree chewing on catnip with joey at this very moment :)
We will meet them again. In Time.
I love you grandma, maybe ask mom to see that poem.
Danielle
Thank you, everyone, for your comments and sympathy. I love you all. Irene
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