Thursday, March 13, 2008

Angel of Death


Just buried another friend today. Not Sally Jo. Her service was in Georgia last week. She has another one here in Tampa at the Sheriff's office mid April. I'm talking about my old outside tomcat, Skitty.

He's feral, had terrible manners in the house so had to live the bulk of his life out doors. The front porch was his domain. He had a house with a sleeping pad to stay out of the weather and he's been eating me out of house and home for the past few weeks. Then he started losing weight fast.

I found him on the ground unable to move and in a coma Monday. Put him in a box and sat with him until he passed. I buried him in one of his favorite sleeping spots and put a rock over him so the neighborhood dogs don't disturb his rest. I don't want to go into details because I'm still really upset.

I really need a break from all this passing and death. I need a chance to grieve one before there's another. So I guess I could call the last post "Three Funerals and A Wedding" now. I told friends that I'm feeling like the Angel of Death. The good news is that I'm fat and can't fly so I won't be visiting anyone's house.

(Note: The image above is "Field of the Slain" by Evelyn De Morgan, 1916

4 comments:

Pam said...

I am so sorry! You are in my thoughts.

queenlint1 said...

Pam,

YOU know what it's like because of your LadyBug! Thank you once again for remembering me with one of my life passages!

Love,
D

Cousin Deb said...

You and I have talked; you know how I feel. Didja remember to scratch Skitty on his forehead for me? Part of me knew before even reading it here in the journal; we've talked about that, too (wink) ~ the knowing. I cried off and on nearly all day today; now I know why. I don't think my Doughnut will be very long behind Skitty. You have to know you'll be smiled on by the universe for your love and gentle care of all the many critters that have landed at Dog Patch. Still hurts like a son-of-a-gun though, doesn't it? Cry and cuss and heal. That little soul will always be there with you.

queenlint1 said...

Deb,

I'm still just numb and more than a little tired. I talked to the old guy a lot, even though he was obviously not available. I hope he has a better life next time, doesn't shit in the middle of thousand dollar gowns, and try to hump the housecats.