A Sad Day

I watched and offered comfort to my grandson as he went through several stages of grief in a short amount of time. Denial - “Are you sure? Did you poke holes in the box in case he’s still breathing? Maybe he just passed out.” Anger - “Stupid cat! He should have watched where he was going! He should have stayed inside.” Sadness – crying with his older sister as they actually hugged each other. Acceptance – “Can we put a cross on the grave?”

Milo, my daughter’s cat, whom we have all grown to love, was hit by a car (possibly a bus this morning). She and her roommate found him on their way to work. A good friend went with me to get him so he could be buried in our back yard (and to get him off the street). She put him in the bag and then into the box I’d brought. I couldn’t do it. I have really good friends!

Hubby dug Milo’s grave and buried him as soon as he arrived home from work. I didn’t even suggest he change his good clothes and shoes as I watched them get muddy.

We will have a little ceremony for him when my daughter and her roommate can make it to our house. They already have a cross. I’ve never been to a cat funeral but it seems appropriate for some reason.

Milo