From A Miracle to Tragedy

It is with great sadness that I must report that my friend Blackie is no longer with us.

I will probably elaborate more on this loss later as I decide whether to continue with this blog. I probably will continue if only as a memorial to all that Blackie the Wise has taught me in our time together. I don't think it's really sunk in yet or just how much I've come to depend on him.

The funny thing about this loss is I always thought I would lose him due to illness. Ironically it may be my love and attention (not to mention frequent feedings) gave him borrowed time on this earth. From what I could gather from the security cams (he was in a blind spot for a while) he just decided it was his time to go and laid out in the middle of the street. Animals do that sometimes when they want to spare their human friends prolonged grief.

My only regret is that due to him going to the bathroom on my carpet repeatedly I had stopped allowing him in the house. He didn't like that at all! but I tried to let him know he was loved all the same even if he couldn't come inside anymore. At the time of his demise he otherwise very likely would have been in the house right next to me on the floor.

But he has done this sort of thing before, as you may recall, this playing in the street. But I was always vigilant to intervene before but this is the one time I missed. I know it sounds dumb but I made sure Hairy and Brownie saw him before I lowered Blackie to his final resting place. I tried to impress upon them both, as best a kitty can understand, that this is the danger of playing by the streets and that our beloved was not coming back.

I honestly do not know if dogs and cats go to heaven. I hope they do. I would really like to thank Blackie for our time together and for his diligence in keeping down the rodent population.

Rest in Peace, my sweet friend Backie, Backie.