Some days it can suck to be an animal lover, ya know?
And today is one of those days.
Last night our very sweet and youngest orange kitten, bear,
managed to get out in the road and get hit by a car going too fast for this residential area.
Every year we find a stray or two and find homes for them.
And sometimes either my wife or I just get taken with one and
have to keep them.
This is just what happened with Bear, so named because as little as he was at first, he would stand up on his hind legs like a bear to try and look ferocious to the much larger adults in the house.
My wife is crazy in love with him, and is just beside herself with grief, and it's so hard to close my eyes and
not see it happening all over again. And trying not to ask that question of ourselves, "What could we have done to stop it?"
I'm sure there are plenty of different answers, but we know that none of them will bring him back to us.
We have been blessed with wonderful companions since we've known each other, and I do know that Bear is getting a nice bath from Solomon and that they both will watch over us and the rest of their friends here.
His best buddy, Stanley, has been looking for him some today, as has Mushin, who brought him fresh food from outside to eat :-)
We've given them, and us, homeopathic remedies to help with the loss of our guy, and we know that we'll recover over time.
When they're growing up, time seems to go too fast, but when they're gone, everything seems to drag so slowly, doesn't it?