It’s killing me I’ll be moved out of this house in a couple weeks and have to leave my friends Klaatu and Chauncy in the ground here.
I’m overprotective of my cats even in passing. A couple years ago a local utility company was moving their lines and someone was showing me where they would be trenching through my yard.
“I’ve got a cat buried right here”
He chuckled like I was making a joke.
“No, I’m serious. If that gets desecrated; It will be a bad day for everyone involved.”
They steered clear. (Sorry, I’m just sad rambling now).
You know…years later and hundreds of miles, I swear I sometimes still hear a meow and catch the flicker of a tail out of the corner of my eye. Maybe in some small way, those of us who truly and deeply loved our pets, who made them family, never truly go forth alone.
Edit: Also, apparently I was flagged as a bot at one point. Which sorta diminishes this comment, but there you go. beep boop
I lost my cat of 16 years at the end of last year. I’d had him longer than I hadn’t. He was the coolest dude, a highland lynx. A major goofball with zero balance, and all the chill. I still routinely see him lounging somewhere out of the corner of my eye, only to realize it’s a random bag or something. Breaks my heart every time. Same with all the pets I’ve lost over the years. They’re special in a way that non animal people will never be able to understand
It’s killing me I’ll be moved out of this house in a couple weeks and have to leave my friends Klaatu and Chauncy in the ground here.
I’m overprotective of my cats even in passing. A couple years ago a local utility company was moving their lines and someone was showing me where they would be trenching through my yard.
“I’ve got a cat buried right here”
He chuckled like I was making a joke.
“No, I’m serious. If that gets desecrated; It will be a bad day for everyone involved.”
They steered clear. (Sorry, I’m just sad rambling now).
You know…years later and hundreds of miles, I swear I sometimes still hear a meow and catch the flicker of a tail out of the corner of my eye. Maybe in some small way, those of us who truly and deeply loved our pets, who made them family, never truly go forth alone.
Edit: Also, apparently I was flagged as a bot at one point. Which sorta diminishes this comment, but there you go. beep boop
You don’t get “flagged” as a bot, it is a user setting in your preferences. You should fix it so that you are not marked as a bot.
I lost my cat of 16 years at the end of last year. I’d had him longer than I hadn’t. He was the coolest dude, a highland lynx. A major goofball with zero balance, and all the chill. I still routinely see him lounging somewhere out of the corner of my eye, only to realize it’s a random bag or something. Breaks my heart every time. Same with all the pets I’ve lost over the years. They’re special in a way that non animal people will never be able to understand