DP Daily Prompts: Most precious thing(pet)I ever lost
I know when you lose a thing you can always somehow replace it.
I will write about the most precious pet I ever lost and in my mind she can never be replaced. Her name was Thursday,my daughter named her because she got her , one Thursday morning. She was a tabby, she loved to eat, if there was leftovers Thursday was too glad to oblige. This habit made her overweight but she didn’t care, neither did we, let’s face it she wouldn’t compete in the “Beauty ” show . She was a tabby and loved everyone which includes us and her fellow cats.
One of my daughters was extremely allergic to cat hair, we moved her and JD to our home in Gander. JD loved our Gander home, Thursday did not. I am sure if she could talk she’d definitely complain. She had to adjust, but did she really I thought one day.
We were visiting St. John’s for a few days we brought the pets with us too. As soon as we arrived I noticed Thursday was very happy, she went up to the porch lay down and stretched herself, she recognized her favorite place and relaxed. JD came in, moved around, didn’t seem happy or sad.
Then we decided to sell our home in Gander and move to St John’s, Thursday was happy to be back in her home. We had a lot of fun with her. She knew what we do not allow, she never sat on the sofa but loved to be in the same room with us, so she was contented to lie on her bed on the carpet.
Whenever I lay down on the sofa, she’d jump and sit on my tummy, as far as she was concerned she was not breaking any rules. I thought how cute and clever she is.
A time came when Thursday like the other cats had her time on earth and it was time to say goodbye to us . We took her to the vet,but there was nothing they could do. My daughter went to bring her home, as soon as they were in the driveway, Thursday lifted herself up to make sure she was home, she then closed her eyes and was gone ):
Thank you for this very sweet and poignant post about Thursday. We like a lot how you said at the end of the post: “Thursday lifted herself up to make sure she was home, she then closed her eyes and was gone.”
When we moved from Mississippi to North Carolina, we brought our dog Wakanci (the name is a blend of some Native American words) with us in the car. It was a 10-hour drive. Wakanci was already very old and near the end of her life. She died in the car on the way. We buried her here, in our yard, once we arrived.
I have always felt it a good thing that she died in the car heading here, instead of in Mississippi. She wanted to buried close to us in our new home.
Thank you again for this very nice post.
All good wishes,
I felt really sad to know about Wakanci, the pets are
so sincere, they only want our love and food,then they are happy 🙂