Our neighborhood is in mourning. It is a sad time.
A young life was cut short.
I explained to my children about loss. That’s never easy. There have been many questions.
“Is he in Heaven?”
“What is he doing there?”
I’ve tried to be honest and transparent with my children.
We’ve watched our neighbors struggle through the difficult mourning process. They have wept bitterly, donned black clothes, and truly struggled.
Although we don’t know this family very well, the parents and two college-aged kids have accepted our condolences.
The funeral was very touching. My sweet husband helped with the burial process. He’s a good man, always lending a hand to those in need.
Watching adults throw themselves on the ground and beat the dirt, screaming, “Why???” is so painful to view. It broke my heart to see these people so hopeless.
Once we were in the privacy of our home, I explained to my kids that this why we must put our hope in God.
A beautiful memorial was created. In my neighbor’s front yard.
Although, I am not close to the immediate family, I knew their loved one well. I’ve prepared an obituary for our local paper. It’s the least I could do.
You were a special cat. You left your mark, literally, everywhere we stepped.
No one will ever forget the way you devoured life, especially the baby birds from THAT family’s tree. The way you fertilized the neighborhood gardens will truly be missed.
Your life was cut short by a hairy brown dog in the early morning hours, according to the investigation. We all mourn your loss and pray that you will find catnip in the afterlife, the way you found my daughter’s turtle shell in our garage that she was saving for show ‘n tell. Balls of your calico clumps will be missed floating in the air.
It grieved us to find your body in our front yard. Explaining rigarmortus to children is never easy. I’ve truly forgiven my hubby for offering my craft box as a casket. It’s a small sacrifice for such a great life.
We’ll never forget.
I almost hit the publish button. Thankfully, I didn’t because I got a frantic phone call, from my mother, a lover of all things animal, right before I posted this.
Thru her weeping, I learned that her beloved bird of fifteen years had died in the night.
I listened as she cried and mourned her bird and thru her sniffing, she asked if I had a box to bury her pet in.
the second time this month I’ve been asked to provide a casket for an animal. I think someone’s trying to tell me something. The entrepreneur in me is rising up, I tell ya.)
My dad buried the little creature in the front yard, under a pot. I took my children to my parent’s house after school and they cried.
It brought me some perspective watching the people I love grieve over a pet. I did use this time to remind my kids that God gives life and that we have to trust Him.
They hugged my mom and offered their condolences with some flowers. She asked them if they wanted to make a little cross as a marker. I did not snicker once.
Okay. Now, I can hit publish.
*disclaimer: this is entirely true, including the neighbor’s response to the loss of their cat. I have a cat whom I love. I would be sad. It’s just interesting to see other’s reactions. Please do not comment as though I were a heartless, animal-hater. I am not. I am a stay-at-home-mom with a big bay window and a few spare moments during nap time.