Loss of my Best Buddy..

[kmaty]

Ive been avoiding this post for the last week b.c i knew my dogs day was coming sooner than later and it was to much to think about i am truly sorry for your loss. But today was time just hope i did the right thing my pup was more than just a friend she was family and a partner in crime!

[Gerry Zagorski]

Figure I'd wait a few days and let some time and emotions pass before I'd share this story.

Puddy was a stray cat that adopted us when she was a kitten…. At first my wife Ruth insisted we didn’t need a pet and “that Cat” was relegated to the back deck. She was kind of sickly when we, or should I say Ruth, first started taking care of her. Little by little she was nursed back to health and worked her way into our home and our hearts. First it was the kitchen and shortly afterwards the run of the house and everything revolved around Puddy. This cat was a constant companion to us and especially Ruth. This, the same woman who said there would never be a pet in our house, was now calling the cat into bed with us at night. You know how that goes…. I’m out and the cat is in J

Puddy loved to be inside with us but also liked to be outside…. She drove us nuts with the constant in or out ordeal. When outside she’d pretty much stay on our deck guarding the perimeter and like a dog, she’d immediately come when called. She’d stray off the property once and a while but if she was in earshot and heard Ruth call her, she’d come running full speedback into the house to get petted and lectured by her Mom about straying offthe property.

This one particular summer day Puddy went missing for more than a few hours, which was not like her and Ruth was really concerned. Ruth had to leave the house for a job and before she left asked me to keep an eye out for Puddy. It wasn’t buta few minutes and my cell phone goes off . It’s Ruth and she is crying hysterically. “Puddy got hit by acar!! It’s her, it her!!” She was just down the block so I jumped in the car to go to the scene. There is my wife with her car parked in the middle of the road, door wide open kneeling down next to the cat…

Now our cat Puddy was very unique, a multi colored Tordie and there was no mistaking her for another cat. Ruth was questioning if it was her or not but I insisted and was convinced it was. We put Puddy in my car, I pulled Ruth’s car to the curb and drove us home since she was in no condition to drive. Over the next few hours we’d burry Puddy. I stayed with her outside kneeling by the grave sobbing and praying… After a while I couldn’t take it anymore and went into house to try and get a hold of my own emotions. I also knew we had a party at the house the next day. Knowing we’d be in no shape for a party I started making some calls to tell people the sad news and let them know the party was canceled.

After a few hours, I’m finally getting control of my own emotions, meanwhile Ruth is still outside by the grave strugglind with hers. I'm in my office with the windows open and suddenly I hear Ruth scream from the backyard…. “SHE'S ALIVE…. SHE’S ALIVE !! IT’S A MIRACLE, IT’S A MIRACLE!!

You have to know my wife to appreciate this fully, but let just say she's an extremely emotional and excitable person. I drop what I’m doing and as I head for the backyard I have visions of this crazy woman overcome with emotion dancing around the backyard with the dead cat we just buried. Sure enough she’s dancing around the yard out of her mind but no cat. I hug her and try to bring her back to reality. “No Ruth, we just buried Puddy and she is in that grave”. Ruth was so excited all she could do was point to under the deck. Apparently when Ruth was sitting by the grave, Puddy walked up and jumped in her lap. In all the excitement she startled her. Sure enough and much to my surprise there was Puddy under our deck.

Needless to say we were thrilled and had many more years with her. She lived to a ripe old age of 14 and although we were heartbrokenwhen she passed, we still have this unbelievable story to remember her by. They say time heals all wounds but I still find myself checking the back door expecting to see her scratching at the glass to come in.