Rough Week

"There is a bridge connecting Heaven and Earth. It is called the Rainbow Bridge because of its many colors. Just this side of the Rainbow Bridge there is a land of meadows, hills and valleys with lush green grass.

When a beloved pet dies, the pet goes to this place. There is always food and water and warm spring weather. All the animals who have been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.

The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind. They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. Her bright eyes are intent; her eager body begins to quiver. Suddenly she begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, her legs carrying her faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together, never again to be separated."

It has been a devastating time for me since I have come home from Vegas. I had come home refreshed and happy to start up my blog writing only to find an array of issues waiting for me at home. Some issues I would prefer not talk about on my blogger, but the main issues at hand have been the loss of two dear family members for me.

Now when I say family members, I mean two of my dearly beloved pets. I came home to a phone call from my mother telling me that she had to put down one of our oldest cats, Midnight. Midnight and her sister were both found at the South Street Seaport way back in 97' when me and my mother were enjoying a gorgeous sunny day out. A group of people crowded an area and both my mom and I went to see what was going on. Firemen had been trying to rescue some kittens found in a small hole by a door. A lady already had one in her hands and it was a beautiful blue gray kitten. I looked at my mom and asked her if we could take one and though she was hesitant, she agreed. We were handed Midnight's sister Schnookie first and while I held her my mom waited for the last of the kittens to be rescued. The last firemen came up with Midnight, the runt of the litter, puny and skinny and my mom took her. Midnight was black with a tuft of white hair sprouting from her chest and though she was cute, it seemed no one wanted her because she was black and also the tiniest. So that's how we got Midnight.

Midnight had some kidney problems as she got older. We almost lost her about a year ago but she fought and stomped her way back to health and I thought for sure she would have been with us for just a bit longer. My mom is heart broken. It was her first baby after our first dog had passed away. So on the way back from the Vegas, I sat in the car and wept because that small kitten we both found was gone.

Then, the real big one hit last night when my mom called me and asked me to hurry over for our dog, Buffy. Buffy was another rescue animal. We took her from an acquaintance at the time and she was a skinny healthy, beautiful, black chow mix. She was terrified of men but never of me and my mom. It was instant love for the three of us. Buffy always knew when I was sad, she would walk on over with her long tail swinging ready to give me kisses. She would always sit down next to me when I came over cause she knew I would spoil her with love and food. When my mom would wait with her outside of the train station, her tail would be wagging the moment she saw me. The relationship I had with that dog was more than a pet/owner.

Buffy had been dealing with what we think were a series of mini strokes the past month, where her face would blank out and she wouldn't even recognize anyone. Last night she had one and never recovered. She sat on the bottom of the stairs with a blank stare in her eyes. My mom waited and hoped I think for her to recover but after four hours of waiting, she knew it was time. So we put her down last night. I think what was the hardest for us was the fact that we couldn't say good bye to her, rather we had to say good bye to a shell of who she was.

To sum it up, it has been a really shitty week. I know some of you may just glaze over this in passing, but I just want to say if you have a pet, hug them and love them and in your way show them how much you care about them because like life, they can be gone in an instant.

I don't have any of my other photos of Midnight, this was years ago though

This is my Boofy <3