Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Good Bye Puddin Pop
You came into our lives on a warm summer evening in 1988. Abandoned with your brothers and sister on the side of a road in New Haven, Ct. One of you ran into the woods, another went with another person who happened upon the scene, and you and your sister came home with us. Maybe you were 5 weeks old. How cute you both were curled up together in the bathroom. We could not part with you. 2 years later, we got you a brother. You were mother to him, as your sister was just too jealous at first. Norton and Ralph, 2 inseperable friends.
You were the smart one. I knew you understood me when I spoke to you - and you proved it one day. Walking around the house with some newly washed socks in your mouth, you heard me say "Norton, put those back in the basket" and you turned around, walked back to the basket and dropped them there. That was the last time you ever let on that you understood me.
I think your Daddy and I lost 8 lives when you almost died from crystals in your urine. God led us to Dr Mishricki, who lived right down the street and we never knew it until that afternoon. You were hours away from going to the bridge and he was a miracle worker. He gave us 14 more years with you.
I think you spent somewhere around 5,000 nights curled up on the top of the couch behind me, punching me in the head every 20 minutes or so, and then putting your head on my shoulder and going to sleep.
Stealing cookies. Licking all the powdered sugar off the donuts in the box. Your love of bread. Your fear of the grass. Sitting in the middle of your circle of toys and crying when Ralphie went to the bridge. Mothering the next generation, Sammy and Miles.
Sweet, gentle Norton. Always wanting to be pet, but not wanting to be held. You preferred to just be near and touch with a paw or two. Always your daddy's best buddy.
You spent your lifetime purring non stop. When you did stop, we knew you were sick.
Ralphie came calling for you at 4:4oam this morning. Go and run and play with your little brother, your best friend. Keep an eye on your sister Trixie and come for her when it is her time. Watch over the little ones and any more that may come after. Let me see you in the shadows on occasion, as it is always harder for those of us left behind. Wait for Daddy and me. We will come for you when it is our time, and we will all cross the Bridge together into forever. You were more loved than you know, and the hole in our hearts will never be filled.
Rest well little puddin pop.
at May 03, 2006
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