When I started this blog I started it with the intention of it being a way for me to get my thoughts out of my head, to share moments and photos with primarily myself, and to be a diary of sorts. This is one of those posts.
Early last week Jacy and I had to help her cat, Archie, across the rainbow bridge. No matter how many pets you’ve had or home many times you’ve had to do it, it’s a terribly sad experience. I try to frame it in my head as the ultimate act of love for a pet – the erasure of pain and suffering – in exchange for ones own pain and heartache, but that doesn’t help it.
I only had the pleasure of knowing Archie for a couple years, but he was a perfect, sweet curmudgeon. When he jumped on the couch to lay next to me, it was not because I wanted it, it was because he allowed it. He had his own way of being affectionate and I appreciated that about him. Every morning while I was making coffee or in the evening making dinner, he was follow me into the kitchen and sit in the absolute worst spot possible. Forcing me to watch my step like he was playing the role as the worst sous chef in history, but it I enjoyed it.
The house is a little quieter now without his yells echoing down the stairs. My late night ice cream a little less exciting without having to dodge his – frankly aggressive – swipes at my spoon followed by the pleading and begging for the bowl. The house a little sadder. It’s been a little over a week and while easier it’s not easy. With time, the distance between the waves of sadness and grief will grow longer, the terrible memories will fade, and the happy times will shine, but right now we’re still in our cloud – and that’s ok.
RIP Archie
