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| Buddy (RIP) and Pixie |
After I got home from bowling last night, I came home to a sleeping g/f who had work in about 6 hours, so I figured I'd hop on my computer for a little bit and watch some baseball highlights on mute. I knew that this was the weekend we put the old man down, but it wasn't until this silence in the early morning hour of the night (I know that doesn't make sense, but not sure what to call 2am) when I started thinking about every little detail from last year.
Around that time last year, it was when I shared one last Miller Lite with Buddy. It felt awkward sharing that beer with him, when I knew of his fate the next day but he didn't. Naturally, these thoughts brought some tears to my eyes.
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| Bella sleeping next to me moments after my reflections of Bud |
And wouldn't you know? One of my new pets Bella, inherited when I moved in with Jen in June, hops up next to me as I have these sad thoughts and falls asleep (albeit briefly) on a spiral notebook sitting next to me.
The unusual thing about these new pets is that they're not dogs, but rather of the feline persuasion. Yes - I am now a person who lives with cats. And the timing last year of meeting/dating Jen right around the time we put Buddy down couldn't have worked out better. I've always been a pet person. Correction - I've always been a dog person, having always had one in my parent's homes for the first 29 years of my life.
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| The cats sharing rare moment of peace and friendliness together |
I knew that Pixie (unfairly portrayed in this story as 'the other dog') wouldn't be enough to fill the void that Buddy's companionship left in my life. While the two cats still cannot compare in my mind to a childhood dog, it's remarkable in my eyes that I'm even mentioning these cats in the same breath as my old dog.
Once you live with the cats for a while and see how these particular cats warm up to you (well, her male cat Tenders is a whore to everyone while Bella is very selective in her love of humans), it's hard not to fall in love with them. Collectively, they are as close to dogs as I've ever seen any cats be with the affection they've shown me as I've gotten to know them the past year.
If you want to see how much these new pets of mine mean to me, all you have to do is look at the pictures in my phone to figure it out. Even pictures of Lauren's cat Tigger are plentiful in the phone.
While the void of Buddy (and dogs at our new place in general) is impossible for me to replace, the transition into a guy who has cats couldn't have went any smoother.
I can now say that I love cats. Or at least these ones (and Tigger too, Lauren). To be honest, those are the only ones I need to love.
