11-04-19 Dear Pistol: It has taken me this long before I could even think about creating your memorial. Every time I think about you, tears come to my eyes, even now, as I write this. Your mama, Callie, adopted us in late summer, 2005. I was working in the yard and I saw a stray kitten. I called to her and she came running. I took her inside the house, fed her and I guess she decided that she had found the right home because after that day she never left. We fed her every day. Then, on April 7, 2006, a cold and rainy night, I heard Callie outside the front door. She was ready to deliver her babies. I brought her inside, made a bed for her in the clothes basket and sat with her the whole time. Guess who was born first? You were born approximately 8:00pm. After you, came your three sisters. Your Aunt Heather took Nalla, a friend of hers took the sister and we kept Angel. You gave me so much joy and love. Before you ever opened your eyes I would put you on my shoulder as I sat in the recliner. As you and Angel grew you would follow me wherever I went in the house. If I got up from the chair you would sit up to see where I was going. If I didn't come right back you would come find me. Mommy always said that you had an internal clock. You knew when I should be home from work and you would sit by my chair till I walked through the door. Then you would come meet me at the door. On weekends, if I was going to lie down you would follow me into the bedroom and get up on the bed right beside my leg. I guess you liked the comfort of my leg because you always sat between my legs in the recliner. When we bought new recliners I had to sit in each one till I found one that when I put my feet up there was enough room for you. When we went to the lake this past July 4th weekend you were not acting yourself. I took you to see the doctor a week later and that was when we were told you had renal failure. We left you there for 8 days while they gave you fluids through an IV. We came to sit with you every day you were there. You got better and we were able to bring you home. But you progressively got worse again. Then on August 15 we went back to see the doctor. She said it was time. I was able to spend some time with you by myself. Mommy told me I had to leave because she knew that I would not take it well to see you die. When I put you back on the exam table you looked at me with your big eyes as if you were saying "Daddy don't leave me. Daddy, PLEASE don't leave me." I had tears all the way home. We were together for 13 years, 4 months, 7 days and approximately 20 hours. I will miss my Pistol Buddy, my "Bestest Buddy". If you could write me a letter from The Rainbow Bridge I hope it would be like "Alex's Letter" that I found on youtube.com. I will meet you at The Rainbow Bridge and we will cross it together, never to be separated again. You are no longer by my side but forever in my heart. I love and miss you. Your earthly remains are buried in the front flower bed. Daddy
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