We lost our baby S’mores yesterday. She’s always been sickly, but didn’t show any sign of decline. But when I went to feed the cats yesterday morning, she didn’t come running, like she usually does.
S’mores loved chicken. So much that she OPENED the oven and climbed in to get it (it was in there cooling after dinner)
“Where’s S’mores?”
I went looking for her…and found her on the dining room floor, in front of the heater. 😦 I don’t know how long she’d been gone, but I felt awful (and still do) that she was alone for that passing. I mean, I know, everyone/everything dies and the whole process IS a solitary one, but I’d liked to have been there to maybe alleviate any suffering. 😦
I was fine until I wrapped her in a towel and put her in her box. Oh, I lost it, big crocodile tears and hiccuping sobs. Thank goodness it was early enough in the morning that no one could see me. I was an absolute mess.
Later that evening, when we got ready to bury her, Peanut told his friends that “Queen Nar-Nar” (don’t ask, have NO idea where that nickname came from) had died.
OMG, I can’t express how wonderful these kids were!
They insisted on digging the grave, made a “headstone” and had everyone sign it, bought flowers and had me play Amazing Grace from my phone. We put trinkets in the box with her and they proceeded to fill the grave. It was so sweet and really helped lift Peanut’s spirits. He was SO heartbroken 😦
RIP S’mores. You will be very missed. </3
S’mores’ grave, flowers and Peanut
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