He died fourteen years ago today. Not a day goes by that I don’t think of him and miss him. There’s still that worn spot on the bedspread where he slept, and I still make room for him on the bed.
Sam
February 1, 1989 – July 20, 2002
Sam
Wednesday, July 20, 2016
Ben died just over ten years ago. It was what happens so often with tomcats: severe kidney failure. I still miss him.
Here’s what I wrote at the time: http://hunteratrandom.blogspot.com/2006/06/in-memoriam.html
The pain just never goes away,
I’m sorry for your loss, those years ago.
I guess from your post you never got another furry friend. We soothed our losses with more rescues. 16 cats over 45 years, so far. And 7 wonderful dogs. Everyone was either a gift from friends or a serious rescue. Great friends, every one.
I think of every one of them from day to day, and often cry a little.
Take care Bobby!
Your Balloon-juice friend,
JR in WV
Thank you for sharing this pain. Love pets sooo much, but when they pass.
Now excuse me I have to get a tissue!
It is so hard to lose a friend. We lost Barney in ’97 and Sprocket and Missy 3 days apart in ’10 and Slim Shady last Aug. I figure it is a race to see if Izzy outlives me and Russ.
Awww Sam was a cutie! We have always assuaged our grief with new animals, but I remember when my childhood dog passed, my dad said no more. He said no new pet could take the place of our Gigi (who was a very good dog, indeed). Hope you are remembering the happy times with your pup today, MB.