My little Hobbless Bobber, my chicken pot pie, the love of my life.
He was gone.
And he took his last breath in my arms.
That day, he let me know it was time to say goodbye.
And I knew I had to be strong enough to do this one final act of love for him…because it wasn’t about me at all. It wasn’t about my suffering at this point in time.
It was all about him.
And it was time to say goodbye.
So I made the call that broke my heart.
And later that day – the littlest, but biggest, love of my life – died in my arms.
As I felt his final breath, the last beat of his heart, I felt my heart break into a million pieces.
And the silence was deafening.
I had no idea how much sound he brought into our home.
There are those out there who will never be able to understand the bond, the love, this wee kitty and I shared…but I know there are those out there who do. You know who you are.
To me, these furry little creatures are such a special gift.
And I was honoured when he picked me to share his life.
© Monthly Adventure, Patricia Taylor, April 2013