It was only a month ago that I wrote about the loss of my mother's dog, Jessie ... and sadly, now I've suffered another lost pet. My dear sweet Bonnie.
Almost 15 years ago we brought Bonnie and her sister Betsy home from the local humane society in a cardboard pet carrier. We had gone there to get one cat. We were looking for a tabby and Bonnie fit the bill, but they were trying to foist off both sisters and ... well, what's one more cat anyway? We couldn't leave Betsy behind. When we first saw them they were in a cage together, their little arms wrapped around each other.
|Bonnie and Betsy keep warm by the heat run -- 4 months old.|
Our then dominant cat Larry took to the kittens like a daddy. He protected them, disciplined them, and they looked at him like love-struck teenagers. Alas, Larry died the next year of cancer ... so their friendship was to be short-lived.
|Larry and Bonnie - 1997.|
|Bonnie checks out the cottage kitchen sink - 2008.|
We always thought Betsy would be the first to go. She had blood cancer three years ago. She was terribly sick and we thought we'd lose her for sure, but she went through chemo and has been in remission ever since. (Albeit a lot more crabby. But we'll take her as she comes.)
It was less than two weeks ago when we knew for sure something was terribly wrong with our girl. We took her to the vet for blood work and everything came out normal. Time for an ultrasound. (Was it only 8 days ago?) That's when we got the news that she had a large tumor on her liver and pancreas. There was no hope for our dear girl. And that traumatic experience sent her over the edge. That morning she'd been herself ... after the ultrasound, our Bonnie quickly started disappearing. It's almost as though she understood the diagnosis.
|One of my favorite pictures of Bonnie--sitting on my lap. June 2008|
Bonnie loved her cat cookies and was always the first to be ready at her treat bowl. She had little white toes that we called her elephant toes because they reminded us of pachyderm feet. She would sit pretty for her dinner. She loved to spend the day having an adventure on the trundle bed at the cottage. She always had a warm, dry nose. She liked to sleep in the sun on a winter's afternoon. She loved to sit on our laps. Always. And when she spoke, she always said "Brack!"
|Bonnie at the cottage -- Memorial Day Weekend 2011.|
P.S. I steal this from Susan Branch's blog.
"Nothing on earth can make up for the loss of one who has loved you."--Selma Lagerl