First born fur babies and farewells

It’s been a hell of a week here at Save Mum’s Sanity HQ. J boy has been a sick little man and me, well I have been a sick mumma mustering what little strength I have to care for the high-intensity needs of my boy. At times like these I try to think of all the other people out there doing it tougher than us and it gives me the strength to pull through. Just. Keep. Going.

Today however, when I think of the people out there doing it tougher than us I think of a family we know, very close to us, who are mourning the loss of their first born. Their first born fur baby. Suddenly I don’t feel as strong.

Before the birth of their two lovely children, there was Neo. The placid black cat from a homeless shelter. We had recently welcomed our own bundle of fur into our lives, a chocolate brown bundle of energy named Magnum. The two became instant buddies and could be seen tousling and chasing and later snuggled up some place, a black and brown fur ball.

So when I heard this morning that Neo had been hit by a car and passed away I just immediately felt so sad and knew what a loss his family would be feeling.

Pets become such a part of the family, their individual personalities imprinting themselves on you until you don’t remember what life was like without them. Very much like children.

They teach us about unconditional love, make us laugh and are there for us when we’re at our lowest. And when they pass, they leave a paw print on our lives and memories of times spent together.

So today our love and best wishes go out to Neo’s mum, dad, brother and sister – he was a great cat and will be missed by us all. xxx

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5 thoughts on “First born fur babies and farewells

  1. To Neo and all the joy he gave his friends!

    Hip Hip Hooray! Hip Hip Hooray! Hip Hip Hooray!

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  2. Sorry about the loss. I don’t normally get too attached to pets though, I don’t really know why, but I don’t get attached.

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  3. Big hugs to your friends – when our 13 1/2 year old Golden, Chelsea, passed away in May from spleen cancer it was devistating. I didn’t expect to be so depressed. You are right about them becoming our children.

    – Emily

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    • Emily, sending you my well wishes. My first dog Cassie died around that age as well. By that time my sister and I had left home and she had become like a third child to my mum, so it was especially hard for her. It takes a while to get used tonot having them around, especially after they’ve been in your life for so long.

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