Tuesday, June 18, 2019

Pet Memorial Stone Reviewed

A Pet Memorial

pet memory
Memorial to a beloved pet
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With a heart that is broken, I have been reviewing my options for a pet memorial stone. This past Sunday on Father's Day at 5:15 pm I watched my sweet little Chessie take her last breath on this side of the Rainbow Bridge. As difficult as it was, I am thankful to have been by her side in those last moments.

Chessie chose us, literally, about 16 years ago. She was part of a litter belonging to a neighborhood cat who had a habit of bringing her babies around to meet the neighbors. The very first time that Mama Cat brought this litter to meet us, the only little gray tabby came right up to me. The other kittens seemed leery of these creatures who only had two legs but not the little gray one. She ran to my feet, stretched her little paws up on my leg and mewed the sweetest little mew her little body could muster. Scooping her up, I petted while she purred softly. 

We gave Mama some fresh water and some cat food because she seemed pretty hungry. Mama kept a watchful eye on her babies as they played except for the little gray one who was in my arms. After filling her belly Mama began to walk down the drive calling to her babies to follow. I sat the little one down and told her to go with her mother. She ran to catch up and then stopped turned, looked at me, mewed and then followed her siblings.

The second visit (a few days later) was much the same except that when Mama Cat signaled it was time to leave, the little gray tabby did not follow. Mama had to carry her down the drive by the scruff of her neck. The kittens were still small enough that I believe they were still nursing. None of them tried to drink the water or eat the food we put out. I think that is why Mama insisted all of her babies come with her, including the reluctant one.

Third Visit: Pet Humans

The third visit was probably at least a week or more later. It was amazing how much the kittens had grown in that short span of time. On this visit the kittens knew how to gobble the food and drink the water. Mama had been teaching them well, it seemed. Mama was sated and gave the signal for her babies to gather. Three kittens ran to their mother while the gray one ran to our porch. She wasn't leaving. Mama Cat came closer and her reluctant baby ran underneath our car. When Mama went under the car, the kitten ran to the porch again. Mama finally gave up, walking away with her other three babies. My husband and I had been chosen to be the adorable little gray kitten's pet humans. It was abundantly clear, we did not have a choice in the matter. We belonged to her.

We named her Chessie because she looked so much like the sweet little mascot of the Chesapeake Railroad advertisements from days gone by. She spent the next 16 years training us to give her what she wanted when she wanted it. Terry learned her signal that she expected a treat and I learned what foods she preferred and which ones did not agree with her taste buds. She also trained me to keep my lap empty in the evenings because that was cuddle time. If I didn't give the required amount of strokes to her fur or enough scratches behind the ears, she let me know. 

Chessie was a two human cat. She didn't much care for other humans coming to visit. There were specific places to hide until the coast was clear and then she would snub me for a little while to let me know that she was not pleased. She had a particular meow at those times to let me know of her displeasure. Of course at cuddle time, extra strokes and scratches were required to make up for the injustice she had endured.

When the last day comes

On Sunday, she wasn't herself in the morning. She might have had a small stroke but I didn't suspect that at first. A few hours later, I was certain that she had suffered a massive stroke. She wasn't moving her legs, it was obvious she couldn't see anymore. She was breathing and her heart was beating but I knew she was leaving us. So, I held her. For a while she could still purr at my touch. At 5:15 the last air left her lungs and my precious girl crossed over the rainbow bridge. 

I don't believe that she suffered any pain; there was no indication that she was suffering. If she was a human she would have been 84 years old. She led a happy and long life with the two humans she adopted. She was loved and she knew it. My lap feels so empty!

So, I found a pet memorial stone to place in the spot where she liked to lay in the sun. I can see her curled up in the center of the heart.

You might have left my life, sweet Chessie, but you will forever be in my heart.





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9 comments:

  1. Oh, Bev, my heart aches for you and Terry at the loss of your sweet, beautiful Chessie! It’s a blessing that she didn’t suffer at the end. I loved reading about how she adopted you (instead of the other way around). The memorial stone you chose for her is beautiful as well as fitting. What a lovely tribute to your sweet furbaby. I hope seeing that stone and imagining her curled up on it in the sun will bring you comfort.

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    1. I do find comfort in knowing she didn't suffer. We have certainly had pets who were in pain or extremely ill and uncomfortable. Those we mercifully put down to avoid any further suffering. She was allowed to go peacefully at home with her most beloved human holding her. It hurts but it feels better that it went that way. A good life until the end.

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  2. Such a special bond is formed when an animal chooses a human. Definitely a gift! I am sorry, Bev. I know the depth of pain felt when a furry constant companion dies. Logically, we know to focus on the many years we were blessed by their presence, but that doesn't heal the heart.

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    1. So, true! I keep thinking of her pampered life filled with love and that brings me joy but the heart and my lap are feeling pretty sad and empty right now.

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  3. Oh Bev, I'm so sorry for your loss. It's hard to let the fur babies go that chosen us as their only Humans. I'm glad her passing was peaceful. I love the idea of a stone in her honor. Do they make these for guinea pigs? My granddaughters have both lost their little fur butts and this would be a lovely reminder for them. I will have to look into it. Thanks for helping with a difficult task. What love your Chessie knew!

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  4. Aww... I didn't know your Chessie before today and yet I feel love for her. Loved the story of how she came to make you her family. Beautiful! What a special thing to do in memory of your sweet girl. My heart is with you.

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  5. I've been there... where you are right now, Bev. Losing a beloved pet is very hard. You have written a very special tribute to Chessie. She will be remembered always by you.

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  6. so sorry for your loss, so hard to lose a pet. Yes, we've been there, and it's painful. Love the memorial stone. Just lovely.

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  7. I'm so sorry you lost your beloved Chessie. It appears she really did decide she wanted to live with you. I'm sure the time she spent with you was happy for all of you and you and your husband will miss her greatly. The memorial stone is very appropriate.

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