Kendra

i want to start this blog off with a picture. this is a pic that Damien took for me this morning of a small memorial that we have set up for our beloved Kendra. you see, we made the decision to have Kendra put to sleep yesterday. she was a tender 8 years old, so young. and so beautiful. Kendra was a seal-point Siamese that Damien had adopted. unknown to us, she was infected with the feline herpes virus, or feline viral rhinotracheittis. after helping fight this life long disease, it finally got the best of her, and as a result cancer set in. she went downhill so fast. 

but the point of this particular blog, is to about the loss that many suffer but that most think is insignificate. the loss of a beloved pet. a part of the family. and in some cases, the loss of a part of ones self. when you love and cherish something as small, dependent, and loving as a pet (in this case a cat), it is hard not to feel an emptiness in your heart when they are gone. after losing Gringo so unexpectedly, i was left with a hole in heart, a void. then i got Kitty and the void was patched, but i still miss Gringo so much. nothing will ever replace him. since losing Kendra yesterday, i have never seen Damien so distraught. he is beside himself with grief. she was his world, his companion, his shadow, and his constant. and anyone who has ever has a Siamese knows that when they pick their person, that they are theirs for life. they bonded in way that only comes along once in lifetime. he takes solace in knowing that she is now in the Summerland, happy and healthy, forever sunning herself in warm window, and that one day he will be with her again. 

its interesting how they met. a true love-at-first-site story. we were at PetSmart, going to the Banfield clinic with our first 3 cats. they were having an adoption day with several rescue societies. he wanted to go look, just to go look mind you. and he saw her. a tiny little white and black Siamese, she looked like a little rat she was so skinny with her long thin tail. he picked her up and she immediately went right to his shoulder and began to lick his ear. she had him "lick". 

even as much as she annoyed him at times, he still loved her. it was a mutual unconditional love. I've never seen him cry, until yesterday. 

its hard to understand why some people say that animals, or pets, have no soul. if you could see the two of them, you would think differently. may her little soul rest in peace and may she find the happiness that she had here with her Daddy. when we get her ashes back on Tuesday, they will forever sit on his desk.

later

Blessed Be