I will miss those soulful eyes, that exceptionally loud purr that soothed me to sleep at night, and yes, even those claws pawing at my face when he wanted more of me, more of my undivided attention. I catch myself still looking for him in his favorite spots, preparing to give him his daily medications, or a scoop of canned food. The house is eerily quiet now without his voice, without his gentle spirit. Today, I will pick up his cremains from the vet and we will prepare to spread his ashes this weekend at The Ranch - a place he will now only know from a different perspective.
My friend Judi, who has certainly had more than her share of animal losses, sent me an email upon hearing of Ziggy's death. Her response was so comforting that I wanted to share it here with you.
"You and I know he was a lucky baby, to have lived in a home with love and care for more than 17 years. We also know, it's never enough time, but it's not "the time", it's "the quality" of time, and sweet Ziggy certainly had the best of that. Sweetie pie, does it ever make you wonder HOW IN GOODNESS we'll ever deal with kissing those noses and scratching those tummies and just hugging alllllllllll the kids that await us at the Bridge? I know you're up for that particular challenge, and so am I. Bless you for all the love you've given from start to, sadly, finish. But know in your heart: it ain't over yet! We've bellies yet to rub!!!"
And so, I grieve the loss of my main man Ziggy, but I count my blessings and the fact that we spent so many wonderful years together. I cannot and should not linger in my grief for long because there are still others who depend on me now and no doubt others yet to come into my life. They too will need me and comfort me, just as all those who have passed before them. And yes, dear Judi, I am comforted in the fact that one day I will be greeted with sloppy kisses, waving paws and lots and lots of bellies to rub!