I remember watching a scene from a movie where a girl was so sad and depressed because her kitten had died. And I kept thinking what a big deal she was making out of the whole situation, like it's only a cat for goodness sake.
It wasn't until my brothers brought home a kitten when I realized how much we can get attached to our pets and the anxiety we feel, waiting for them to come home from one of their adventurous, night - time neighbourhood strolls.
After caring for Mao (yes, thats what I named it to control the situation since nobody was settling for a name) for a year and a half; he went missing, never to be seen again. Thats when I went into a state of sadness, never had I cried like that in my life.
The scene of the movie came back to me and I cried even harder for being so insensative at that time.
When people without pets hear about this experience, they don't get it that much, afterall to them it's only a cat. Thats where I tell them that only those can truly understand the grief of losing the pet you adored, the one you had carried in your arms, talked to when you needed someone to listen and loved it when it stared playfully right into your eyes, who have also been through this ordeal.
Just the other day, a friend told me how her beloved parrot had died and how she cried to sleep. Two years have gone by but her words borught back so many fond memories of Mao that for my first ever post on blogher, I decided to dedicate it to all our wonderful pets (missing or dead) that kept us happy and made us laugh with their antics.
We miss you dearly and will remember you fondly wherever you may be.
~~~Have a look at my blog Girls Zone for a pinch of all things girlish~~~
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