What's New Pussycat?
Welcome back to another post by your silly host. This month, I want to speak to our furbabies. These pets are often as important to us as our children and have vital places in our lives. Their personalities are unique and vibrant. So much so, that my own furbabies have shown up in stories!
In my book, Crash and Burn, my couple, Rob and Keira are on their way to an idyllic second honeymoon when their plane goes down. Stranded on an isolated island with their furbaby, their relationship crashes and burns. When I wrote this story, my dog, Grissom was the perfect companion for Keira as she navigates her relationship with her husband and fights off snakes in the tropical environment. Hilarity and heat ensues.
My current work in progress features four amazing puppies who give the story some of the most hilarious moments. I am sure you will see it on Amazon's shelves in the coming months. But I wanted to talk about a more serious event...
This week was a challenging week for me as I had to say goodbye to a cherished pet. Thunder had been the last pet which my children had while they were little. Thunder was found by my children under the neighbor's deck while just a few days old. He along with his mother and two siblings quickly became the talk of the house as the children watched him each day--grow, play and learn the skills a cat would need to survive. Of course, the homeowner didn't want the four cats living under her deck, so we found homes for all of them (including the mom).
Thunder came to live with us. Over the years, he brought us all kids of once alive presents and was a constant trickster to his pet sibling, Luna (who was older and more mature).
Eventually, Thunder's pet siblings moved over the rainbow bridge and his human siblings got married and moved out. He was stuck being the old man in the house, who never got flustered by the new puppies nor new cat who joined our menagerie. He ruled the house, making demands of his slaves for moist food and ear rubs.
After a long and well loved life, Thunder joined his pet siblings in (as my son said) the best death possible--at home, in bed, peacefully, on a day of his own choosing. He hadn't been ill and we'd just spent the night before playing.
Harder for me, wasn't Thunder's passing but sharing it with my own children. I worried how they would handle it, being away from home and not able to say their final goodbyes. I worried they would have guilt and regrets for living their lives with smiles and happiness and leaving Thunder behind. But it's what Thunder would have wanted. He lived his life happily, generous with his presents and enjoying what life had to offer.
I'm sure Thunder will show up in a story. His charismatic personality and quiet dignity can't be denied. And for those of you with your own furbabies, hug them a little tighter and give them a special treat in celebration! Raise a glass of milk to our special loves!
Until next month...