One of my pets Ratoi (pronounced ratwah) has just passed away, nearly three years old. He died in my lap, silently, as I sat here at the computer. Only moments before I had stroked him and kissed him. He had been ill for sometime and I tried to make things as comfortable as possible for him.
Oh the sadness and grief of losing a pet, especially one so close with you and whom you loved so much. Sometimes I think this love is stronger than between people because it's so true and honest.
And how unfair life can be to our fellow creatures. Like rats, many are given such short lifespans, with inherent ailments. Many are scorned because of their species type. Some are treated cruelly yet are never cruel to us.
In return for our attention they provide us with unconditional love and devotion. Their friendship and companionship is unquestionable and true. They comfort us in our lonely times and make us happy in moments at play.
Each time we lose a pet it's like losing part of ourselves, part of our family, part of our life. We grieve and only time will heal the pain of the loss but the wonderful memory of our pet will always be there.
Our sorrow can be made worse by people with a total lack of feeling and understanding who believe the loss means nothing, that animals are just objects. Theirs is the loss for not knowing friendship so warm and caring and innocent.
I buried Ratoi in my garden and prayed sincerely for him that he might fare well in another life and asked that he be cared for there. I told him again that I loved him.
And now I am left with the wonderful memories of him.
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