Waiting for the Sorrows

   Many would agree that losing a pet is like losing a member of the family.  I’ve lost a few through the years.  It’s heart-breaking.  As I get older I wonder how my last three pets (2 cats and a dog) would adjust if I died first.

   My older cat is so shy she won’t be around anybody but she cuddles close to me.  My younger boy is sociable once he knows you and very kind and also cuddles with me.  My dog is old and riddled with tumors.  She doesn't have hair and it never grew back.  Her nails were so long and curved and never shortened.  Yet she seems happy, except she is so itchy.  She scratches and nibbles on her feet.   She has cataracts and is losing her hearing.  But she loves being around me. She does love treats and mealtimes too.

   I’m not so sure my dog and older cat would be adoptable.  My youngest probably would.  It’s hard to think about them being sad in a cage alone waiting.  I do hope they pass before I do.  Yes, waiting for the sorrows of their loss seems a bit morbid.  But it would be easier for me instead of them to be around to do the grieving.  Although I have no control over the order of things to come, I’ll keep the faith.

    Come to think of it, there really is no need to ponder upon the sorrows.  I simply live each day loving them, caring for them, enjoying life as we have it now.  This moment is without sorrow.      Theresa M