Wednesday, May 06, 2015

R.I.P Rosy

Rosy was doing better, I thought, even taking food from a syringe and using the litter box to pee.  So I left her at 1:00 p.m. today, to go get some things.  I came home and found her laid out dead, in the litter box.  She'd been attempting to poop, as there were some hard poops in there and some on her butt.  It was likely too much for her heart.

My dear little girl, rest in peace.  I'm so sorry you did not have a good start to life.  She had fun here, with her family, in the year and two months she shared with me and mine.

Goodbye sweet Rosy.

Some things cannot be fixed or healed.  Some things just are the way they are.  Life isn't fair by anyone's standards of fair.  Tonight is for me to snuggle up close to the living and love them.  The dead are gone but oh how the living give me comfort and joy. Memories are alive also.  Nobody can tell me they're not.

How long must we live to live a full life?  Can a full life be lived in just one day?  For whom does the Bell Toll?  Today it tolls for Rosy.


  1. Sad but she did have some good times with you.

    1. Yes, she loved it here.

  2. I am so sorry. And also grateful that she found comfort and love with you. Both were lacking in her earlier life.

  3. Oh I am sorry to read that. But you loved her and she know doubt loved and adored you....

  4. Rosy was blessed to have you. I feel for your loss, my dear, and look forward to following your blog.

  5. I'm so sorry to hear about Rosy. I hope you can take comfort in the fact that you gave her some.