I've never been a person to like pets. I always thought they were a hassle, a lot of work, preventing you from having your freedom. We got Milo about a year or so ago, he came into our lives by chance. We were working out on the yard and we heard a noise coming from the bushes across the street. My wife went over and found this tiny kitty just hiding there, looking so scared and looking so hungry. It was so sad to be honest. So we brought him in and we fed him, gave him some milk. I was very clear with her that he could no stay inside; no way. As time went by he would hang out in our back patio and we would feed him. He grew up, we got him a bed for outside, and you could tell he considered this his home.
One day we found out he had been bitten by another cat, a much larger cat. He was in so much pain, and at that moment I felt so bad. I felt like I had let him down, that I left him out there, vulnerable. We took care of him, my wife took him to the vet, got him better and we decided that he needed to stay inside, at least until he was better. He did, for 2 months, in the laundry room. Once he got better, we decided he would be an inside - outside cat. He would be outside during the day, but inside at night; to protect him I think. Time has gone by and it is amazing how we change our feelings towards things we never thought possible. I love Milo, I really do, and I consider him part of this family and part of this home. This is his home and he knows that. That is why, when my wife decided to leave, I told her Milo had to stay, that this was his home. It broke her heart, she loves that cat like nothing else, so much. But I thought she needed to feel like she was losing something. She was losing me of course, for the time being at least, but she couldn't take part of this home with her. She made the decision to leave this home, and with that, everything in it.
I truly feel so bad for Milo, I can tell he misses her, so much, and it kills me sometimes. He comes to the bedroom and lays by her side of the bed, as if he was waiting for her to come to bed and play with him, like she always did. Yesterday I was cleaning the house and the couch by the window that looks out into the driveway was full of Milo's black hair. It is almost as if he sits there, looking out, waiting to see if his mom comes home; it is so sad, it breaks my heart. We sometimes forget that pets have feelings too, they can sense something is wrong and it pains me to watch him miss her. I miss her so much too and it is so tough.
Today is a hard day for me, I don't know why, but I woke up and I just felt empty. During these times we have good days and bad days and we need to learn to deal with them. I don't know what will happen with Milo, maybe with time he'll forget; I doubt it though. I love taking care of him and I feel like he is starting to look at me differently. Maybe I am imagining things, but I think he is starting to realize what I have already realized; that she might not be coming back and that it is him and I now. It is so hard to say that, so hard to face reality, but it is the hard truth. I don't know what God has in store for us, I just don't know. But whatever that is, Milo, me and the rest of this home will be ready for it. Our hearts are most definitely broken, but our spirits must remain high. Tomorrow will be another day, a new day with new challenges; I know that. It is going to be a tough journey, a painful journey, either way, but I think we are ready for it. Bring it on life!
One day we found out he had been bitten by another cat, a much larger cat. He was in so much pain, and at that moment I felt so bad. I felt like I had let him down, that I left him out there, vulnerable. We took care of him, my wife took him to the vet, got him better and we decided that he needed to stay inside, at least until he was better. He did, for 2 months, in the laundry room. Once he got better, we decided he would be an inside - outside cat. He would be outside during the day, but inside at night; to protect him I think. Time has gone by and it is amazing how we change our feelings towards things we never thought possible. I love Milo, I really do, and I consider him part of this family and part of this home. This is his home and he knows that. That is why, when my wife decided to leave, I told her Milo had to stay, that this was his home. It broke her heart, she loves that cat like nothing else, so much. But I thought she needed to feel like she was losing something. She was losing me of course, for the time being at least, but she couldn't take part of this home with her. She made the decision to leave this home, and with that, everything in it.
I truly feel so bad for Milo, I can tell he misses her, so much, and it kills me sometimes. He comes to the bedroom and lays by her side of the bed, as if he was waiting for her to come to bed and play with him, like she always did. Yesterday I was cleaning the house and the couch by the window that looks out into the driveway was full of Milo's black hair. It is almost as if he sits there, looking out, waiting to see if his mom comes home; it is so sad, it breaks my heart. We sometimes forget that pets have feelings too, they can sense something is wrong and it pains me to watch him miss her. I miss her so much too and it is so tough.
Today is a hard day for me, I don't know why, but I woke up and I just felt empty. During these times we have good days and bad days and we need to learn to deal with them. I don't know what will happen with Milo, maybe with time he'll forget; I doubt it though. I love taking care of him and I feel like he is starting to look at me differently. Maybe I am imagining things, but I think he is starting to realize what I have already realized; that she might not be coming back and that it is him and I now. It is so hard to say that, so hard to face reality, but it is the hard truth. I don't know what God has in store for us, I just don't know. But whatever that is, Milo, me and the rest of this home will be ready for it. Our hearts are most definitely broken, but our spirits must remain high. Tomorrow will be another day, a new day with new challenges; I know that. It is going to be a tough journey, a painful journey, either way, but I think we are ready for it. Bring it on life!
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