Today I woke up and said, "I think I'll go get the cat today." Doesn't everyone think that when they wake up? The Humane Society actually called a month ago for us to come get him, but we just haven't had time, or made the effort, to do it yet. So, this morning after doing some chores, I decided to pack up the three little ones and head out to retrieve him. Lydia didn't quite understand what I meant when I told her we were going to go get "BJ". When we got to the Humane Society, she asked if Daddy had left him there?
After waiting in line behind two dogs and their owners, we finally were able to ask for our cat. I'm sure the other patrons were wondering what we were doing since we were the only family in the waiting room without an animal. The lady behind the counter requested his name and we told her. Then she went to get a step ladder, opened a cabinet, read through some names, and pulled down a box from the very top shelf.
I signed a piece of paper releasing "BJ" to us and collected his box to take home.
I thought I would be okay doing all of this. It's been nearly two months since we put him to rest. I got home and fed everyone lunch and cleaned everything up, all the while, eyeing the box in the corner of the room. Finally, I just opened it and inside was a ton of bubble wrap (which I thought, "Oh!, the kids will love this!") and tucked inside was a velvet pouch with "Until we meet again over the rainbow bridge" inscribed on it. Instantly tears welled up and threatened to spill over when William decided to get into the dog food and water so I had no time to dwell on the moment.
Damn. I miss that cat.
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