All I wanted to do was hold my cat one more time. I was laying on the ground of the Webster Groves Veterinarian Office parking lot, crumbled into a ball.
I knew Jack was gone. When I picked his body up out of the backseat floor, it was limp and lifeless, like an old rolled up carpet. I hadn’t cried this much in years.
I didn’t cry like this when my grandmother, Nana, passed away last year.
I didn’t even cry this hard when my grandmother, Meme, passed away in 2011.
This was different. A new kind of pain. A blind side that came out of nowhere and slammed me to the surface. I was Joe Theismann on a football field without a care in the world for a guy named Lawrence Taylor. Continue reading “Humans and Pets: The bittersweet bond”