One year ago on this particular Wednesday night in May (it was the 16TH of May last year) I spent the final night on my living room couch with my little feline buddy Boots. Without revealing any specific details of that final night let me just state that God was certainly with me and Boots on that night, and He helped me get through it as I watched my buddy of 12½-years suffer in immense pain due to multiple diseases that had ravaged his 14-year-old body. I cried and shed tears onto his soft black hair. Boots knew that he was at the end of his Life, and he rubbed his head against me everytime my emotions got the best of me. It was as if he was trying to tell me that he would be all right, and that I would be just fine too. I think he was thanking me for loving him so dearly for all of those years, and for saving his life a few times as well.
The next morning I took Boots to the Homestead Animal Hospital, and they put him out of his misery. He passed on at 10:14 AM on Thursday May 17TH 2007 (52 weeks ago tomorrow). The staff there comforted a crying me and stated that it was my last good deed for my best little buddy in the whole wide world.
I went to my Life Group that night, but I never mentioned the death of Boots. Just being with my closest friends at Life Pointe Church at the time was all I needed to move on with my own Life on God’s fantastic journey for me.
That’s my ‘Bedtime Story’ for tonight, and I will always remember this for the rest of my Life:
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I know very well about those emotions we just went thru them a month and a half ago. Both of our beloved pets are in heaven and we will meet up with them again some day. For now those memories are very precious.
Love ya,
Ela
PS I read Kelly’s blog. 🙂
Isn’t it crazy how we can get so attached to our little non human companions? I had to put my 11 year old bull terrier Maggy to sleep back in 04. She was the funniest dog ever. It was around that time that I started getting serious with Marcela, so God hooked me up. But I still miss her, especially how she made me laugh.
Dude, when we took Torry, our faithful Welsh Terrier to the vet to be put to sleep, it felt like the world ended. Painful…miss that cute little pup.
I can also empathize with you all… I have loved and been separated from my non-human family members many times. But GOD still blesses me with yet another one…Kristina blessed me not only with her friendship but by hooking me up with her boss who just happened to be giving away German Shepard puppies…my favorite (mine died after Hurricane Andrew). I am in love all over again…my new family member.
Well Chris I have an offer for you…my cat just had two kittens, one looks like her (grey tabby) but one looks EXACTLY likes you precious BOOTS. They are ready to go. Call me!
Greetings Mr. Major:
I hope you take Becky up on her offer…Just think you will be giving another loving animal a life time of love and companionship…and what so cool is that it works both ways….
My female fox terrier died in my arms (2002) after living a healthy happy 12-14 yrs. I felt her last breath as I read Psalm 23…I felt Peace knowning she
passed at home in my arms..
I had found her jogging one day (1993) and the vet did an appox on her age..she was so much fun..spoiled and spunky…I miss Gypsey…she is in Doggy Heaven :}
As Boots was slowly fading away during the final year of his life I was being reborn and waking up from the darkness of my previous life. Boots was pretty much my best friend in the world for all of those years. Once I discovered and ventured on to God’s fantastic journey I realized that I love Him Up Above more than anyone or anything in the world – even more than my precious Boots. As I’ve progressed even further on this journey I’ve realized that I love God and man with reckless abandon. God and His loving children have essentially replaced Boots in my Life. I think that Boots in his own way sort of led me to God.
I am sitting here in tears or joy and sadness. Sad thinking about putting my own baby to sleep in 05. She was only 4 yrs old. It was right after Hurricane Wilma and we were at the church (Kourtney was 2 and McKenna was 3 months) because she used to go everywhere with us. The fences were blown down from the hurricane. When we opened the car door I usually put the leash right on her but she saw a stray cat and with the post-hurricane weirdness, she just bolted. She got hit by a car, but lived. By the time we were taking her to the vet she was walking around and not even whimpering, but when we had her x-rayed her pelvis was shattered in 13 places and her tail was broken. She would have required surgery with plates and pins and she did not have control over her bowels (sorry, this is therapy). So we had to decide to put her down. I can still cry thinking about her. She was the best dog ever.
I am happy that you have discovered this wonderful life in Christ. Maybe it is time for a new kitten for you!