A short Goodbye letter to Miss Garnett, my beloved and wonderful furry companion for 16, almost 17, years.
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Miss Garnett: 1996 – August 25, 2012
Miss Garnett, as I write this you are in your little basket.. hopefully dreaming of better times. You and I have had quite an adventure… it seems like only yesterday I scooped you and your brother up from the side of the road and rescued the both of you. I was still immortal then, as were we all.
What a magnificent and fateful decision! You and your brother, Kitty Grey, truly opened my eyes to the wonderful love that can be shared when we open our hearts and homes to God’s other wonderful creatures!
When we’re living the adventure we never stop to think – it has to end. Living in the moment, walking across that desert of time, we don’t really think about our companions who will fall. And when confronted – when reality finally unveils its despicable and ugly self to us, we rebel. No! NO!
A thousand times FUCK NO! I WILL NOT LET YOU FALL! I WILL NOT LET YOU GO!
And I beg God for one more miracle. Please. Just one more. God blessed us with miracles several times in the past when you stumbled. What’s One More? JUST ONE MORE.
I won’t be greedy.
It’s the same plea I’ve made when you stumbled before.
As I sit here writing this.. I can hear your cries; They only stop when I hold you or when you sleep. Baby I’ve tried my damndest to find a way out and I can’t. And I know.. this time there will be no cheating that cheeky bastard Death.
He’s showing a Royal Flush and all we have are a pair of Broken Hearts.
I won’t drag you along in pain for a few more days. I can’t. And it’s tempting as hell because I know I COULD drag you along for a few more days. I could put you into an ICU, hook you up to IVs, inject you with drugs and drag you along for a few more days.
God, how tempting that is. But I won’t. Our journey together – so filled with love and adventure – must now end. There remains only one answer for the shackles of your suffering – release.
I’m crying my eyes out because I know I’m the one holding the key.
The next step in your journey is one we all must take on our own.
What I can – and will do – is I will be by your side. You will feel my love of you as you move on. Your pain will end as your soul returns to God. The Promise of God is that all things will be renewed, including you. As with all of my family members & friends, you too shall be restored.
Until we meet again my sweet Miss Garnett, farewell, and know that you were a cherished blessing and one of the many signs that God does love us all.
I’m finished writing. And now soon I have to turn the key. I love you, baby.
Always will.