My beloved Smokey ( Black Persian ) went to the bridge on 22nd of December 2005. He was 13 1/2 years old and loved me above anything, including food. It seemed to be a normal day my husband opened the door for him and his buddy Persia ( cream Persian ) to go out for their check of the garden plus other things at 5 am knowing they would be back at 5.30 for food this was the routine for the last 13 1/2 years. He went to let them in and Smokey wasnt with Persia we knew straight away somthing was wrong. We went looking and by 6 am Smokey was back with us, but he was dead. No trauma, No blood, nothing, just dead.
We think we did the right things, we groomed him, let Persia see him to say goodbye and stayed with him till my son and daughter in law came within the hour then buried him in his favorite bit of the garden reading the Rainbow Bridge Poem.
The above is what happened what isnt there is part of me died that day, my soul mate left me, its now over 2 months and Im still a mess I really cant be bothered with anything.... but writing it down makes me see how selfish I am being to Persia, my husband and most of all Smokey. He wouldnt like to be the one making me so unhappy. So from 1st March I wll move forward and become the Mum Smokey loved so much...............Wish me the strength to do it. Lynda, Smokey and Persia Mum