giddermup
Warren Scout
It is with too many tears that I had to let my wonderful bun go across the Bridge tonight. He got weak this evening and collapsed. My parents took us to the emergency vets where he had gone many times before. Tonight I had to let him go...
I kept wondering this week after the wonderful Inspector Morse left for his trip if Prancer was going to end up being his side-kick. That might sound silly, but it brings me some comfort. I keep imaging that there is some mighty important case that needs seeing too over that Bridge. I hope you don't mind, Jack's Jane, that I feel that way. I noticed so many other buns called this week as well. This really must be an important case.
It feels so strange to see his part of the room empty. I keep finding myself looking over there out of habit. And tomorrow will be worse I think. No more greedy begging for his breakfast and then later for his second breakfast. He was everything I could have asked for in a first bun. He was kind and sweet and so inquisitive. And he always had to be my feet as I sat at the computer. He seemed to care about what I was saying to him, whether it was what I should have for dinner (kale, please) or if the Universe really was that big and maybe actually filled with different intelligent lifeforms (I don't really know, but I'll get back to you on that). And the looks he would give me when I said something silly! Really! I swear he really knew what I was saying all the time.
I want to remember the good times with him. And I know I will. It's the emptiness I feel at the moment. I still have Mokona but she will never be Prancer. There will never be another Prancer.
The vet gave me a little something in a box with his paw prints pressed into it. I can't look at it just yet. And he will be cremated and come home once more. It's too cold and the ground is too frozen to bury him. Perhaps in the spring...
Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again...
I kept wondering this week after the wonderful Inspector Morse left for his trip if Prancer was going to end up being his side-kick. That might sound silly, but it brings me some comfort. I keep imaging that there is some mighty important case that needs seeing too over that Bridge. I hope you don't mind, Jack's Jane, that I feel that way. I noticed so many other buns called this week as well. This really must be an important case.
It feels so strange to see his part of the room empty. I keep finding myself looking over there out of habit. And tomorrow will be worse I think. No more greedy begging for his breakfast and then later for his second breakfast. He was everything I could have asked for in a first bun. He was kind and sweet and so inquisitive. And he always had to be my feet as I sat at the computer. He seemed to care about what I was saying to him, whether it was what I should have for dinner (kale, please) or if the Universe really was that big and maybe actually filled with different intelligent lifeforms (I don't really know, but I'll get back to you on that). And the looks he would give me when I said something silly! Really! I swear he really knew what I was saying all the time.
I want to remember the good times with him. And I know I will. It's the emptiness I feel at the moment. I still have Mokona but she will never be Prancer. There will never be another Prancer.
The vet gave me a little something in a box with his paw prints pressed into it. I can't look at it just yet. And he will be cremated and come home once more. It's too cold and the ground is too frozen to bury him. Perhaps in the spring...
Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again...
Far too many of our dear ones going to the Bridge. It's not fair. 
