Hi gang. Travis here.
I have a link to Cat Bloggosphere that brings me the latest posts in my reader. Yesterday there was a post titled "Run Free, Grayson", about the passing of a beautiful gray long-haired boy.
Barb at DailyGs has a beautiful gray long-haired boy called Grayson.
Oh noes! Edit: I hate it when I meant to write something and think I did
write it, but then it turns out I didn't. I meant to tell you that
Barb's wonderful Whitey had to go to the Bridge this past March, and it
would be doubly devastating for Barb if now Grayson left too. Evidently
I only typed that in my head.
I clicked on the link and heaved a great big relieved sigh. It wasn't Barb's gray boy who ran off to the Bridge. A different family lost their kitty.
It's odd how relieved I was. For just that moment, I was so sad for my blog pal, a person I've never met or spoken to, a person I only know through her daily writings and photographs. When I lost Mr Tucker in March 2011, Barb wrote to me in comments, "Saying farewell to our little furbabies is the hardest part of loving them. Big hugs, Trav."
So many of my blog pals sent similar heartfelt messages.
I was relieved for Barb, and pleased that her Grayson was still bright and healthy.
But then I paused. I thought about that other family. They mourn for their sweet Grayson today. They'll miss him like I still miss Mr Tucker. They'll miss their Grayson like Barb would have missed her gray boy.
Our little furry friends leave us before we're ready to part with them. As painful as it is when they run off to the Bridge, it really is worth it for all the days of fun and frolics that they bring while they stay with us.
Head butts to Barb's Mr Grayson, and to her Mr Gandalf, and to little Miss Gracie too.
Run strong and free Grayson, the other gray boy, who has gone to the Bridge.