Then one heart stopped. And the other
kept beating. Even though it was broken...
Today is 8 years since our Brutus died. He was only 9 years old.
The emptiness he left in our hearts remains. The pain is not as intense
anymore, but missing him is something we learn to live with daily.
We may not speak of him daily, but there is always something to
remind us of his presence and the impact he has in our lives. When that
happens Arvid and I look at each other, and we hold each other tightly.
Our Brutus took a part of me with him. He will forever
be my baby. Sniff is also my baby and I love him fiercely,
and he makes us happy. Our little Brutus underwent radiation
treatment. I did not help him. It just burnt/hurt him more.
They say grief is not a sign of weakness, but the price of love.
I have been paying the price of love for so many years.
No matter how long we have our pets with us, it will never
be long enough, but one thing for sure, I will always be happy
for the time we had together. We gave you our love, you
can only guess how much you gave to us in happiness.
The loss of our Brutus is immeasurable. But so is the love
that is left behind. No one can truly understand the bond that we
form with the cats we love until they experience the loss of one...