So Wally came home today. I don't know how else to phrase that. My sister, Moose, said that about her cat Phantom just last week, but she know's I am not copying. He's home and I feel better now he is where he belongs.
I still miss him, and my heart does that horrible hollow flutter sometimes, when I see something that reminds me of him. Like his empty chair by the window where his bed used to be. I mean, I have this wonderful little bloke named Roger to play with and brighten our lives. And that's great. But my heart breaks for this lovely old man Wally. I wish I was there for him when he needed me.
Not that I could have done anything, and I know he didn't suffer. But if I had known when I said goodbye on my way out the door, that it would be my last goodbye, I probably wouldn't have gone.
So now he is home, in his little blue urn on the filing cabinet, where he can see out the window and I can say good night, just as I have for the last 7 years.
Miss ya little man. How I wish you were lying on my arms as I typed this, or taunting the dog through the office window. He still looks for you.
Rest in peace, my beautiful boy. I love you. xxx
2 comments:
RIP Wally. I was so saddened tohear what happened to Wally,a nd even reading your post brought a tear to my eyes!!
He'll never be replaced, but hopefully Roger will grow up to be your new Man. :)
Take care
A beautiful tribute to wally.made me cry too.hope roger the dodger gives you as much love and joy as wally did. from the owner of a 16 year old cat who suddenly disappeared last year.
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