Grief

I'm sitting here in tears with grief over the loss of a cat. Not my cat, mind you....my dad's cat. This is possibly one of the saddest pet losses I have experienced. My dad decided, about a year ago, that he wanted a cat to keep him company. I convinced him that he should get 2. He's gone alot and the cats could keep each other company. So we got him 2 cats from the animal shelter here, got them checked, fixed and got their shots for them and then traveled to Texas to take them to him.

Now, let me say this. My dad LOVES these cats. Not a conversation goes by that he is not talking about them. All of his friends love them, they are awesome cats. Daddy lives alone, is blind and the cats are his family.

So he called me today. The female cat, Sophie, evidently got in the dryer while he was doing laundry yesterday. He had no idea. He found her. I cannot IMAGINE how he must have felt, discovering her that way. I tried to explain to him, this had nothing to do with his blindness. Cats, unfortunately, like to get in dryers. And Sophie was notorious for getting into small spaces.

He's heartbroken. I'm heartbroken for him. I worry, not so much about the loss of Sophie, but about the circumstances. His loss would be hard enough, but he has to deal with the guilt as well. It's just so sad. He's so careful about them, maybe more so than most because he is blind. This was just so unfortunate and tragic.

So if you read this, send positive thoughts his way. If you pray, please pray for him. He spends most of his day, every day caring for others. He has friends who are surrounding him with love right now, but this is gonna be tough. I told him to let his friends comfort him and to let his other cat, Spook, comfort him as he comforts Spook.

I just needed to share.