It was a year ago today. One of the worst days in my entire life. The day that our sweet Peter Peter went to the Rainbow Bridge.
I still don't understand what went wrong, still don't understand the sudden mystery of saddle thrombosis that can take out a healthy adult cat. To make matters worse, my beloved Chloe passed in a similar matter two short months later.
I never really recovered from the loss of these two from my lives. I'm sure anyone could make a valid point that I tried to fill the void of these two loved family members by adopting five kittens in the same number of months in the latter half of 2013. I love the new members of our family, but no one can replace the memory of Stinky Pete, my little boy so full of personality, my big mancat so full of purrs who had the knack of making me laugh for no reason.
This blog certainly has suffered since Pete and Chloe's passing. I should have filled it with posts of kitten antics and tons of pictures of the new Purries growing up. But sometimes the pain of the memories is just too much.
I try to think back of the good times, the purrs and the laughs - of that last afternoon before he suddenly fell ill - of how he was perching up on the grill basking in the sun, enjoying the afternoon. I think the lesson is there for me - to enjoy what you can every day, because you never know what tomorrow will bring.
I love my memories of Peter, and will miss him always, but I need to focus on the present and the love and purrs my family bring to me every day.
Tell your loved ones how much they mean to you, and treasure every moment.