What makes me sad is to think that there really was a last time.

A last kiss
A last lick
A last petting
A last dinner
A last walk
A last spring and summer
A last time I said "I love you."
A last time we looked into each others eyes
A last wag of the tail - she was dying, yet she wagged her tail when I came to get her at the hospital, where they had made a last attempt to save her.


And then there were the first times

A first time seeing someone die
A first time losing someone I loved



Why would anyone ever have a pet, I ask myself? The answer is apparent - Because the joy of loving someone so much is worth any amount of pain.

Daisy would have lived and died even if I had never known her. If I hadn't met her, the only difference would have been that I would have missed out on knowing a wonderful, loving, brave soul.

Daisy's Mommy

All I can see is this simple wealth of knowledge deserves to be pinned...Well done

This is lovely, and it hurts to read it.

Our Moose kitty ate raw turkey, or he was supposed to. He wanted it cooked just a tad, so it was raw in the middle but warm outside. I didn't know the last time I cooked it for him was the last, so we cooked some after he was gone, as a symbol of the last time.

The last time I cooked you turkey
The last time I said 'good morning buddy"
The last time I kissed your head
Even the last time I washed your litte face after you were sick.

The first time I slept without you in house
The first time I held your urn

It's so hard, Moustache had a huge, loving soul and I am much the better person for having know him. He gave us so much joy, I wish him all that and more.

I love you buddy, I always will
Moose's Mom