While browsing through old posts to do a Flashback Friday I came across one from Truffles dated four years ago this week. She was mourning the demise of one of her favorite food dishes, which I had knocked to the floor while cleaning the kitchen sink, breaking it right in half.
This dish had a back story - When Tara went to the Bridge, I packed up all of her things to put in a memory box. They were "hers" and the next cat in my life would get new things all her own. But the day Truffles came home I realized I hadn't bought any food dishes yet, so I went into Tara's box and pulled out the one that had been her dry food dish. (It had already been put away for quite awhile since Tara could no longer eat kibble following her diabetes diagnosis.)
It ended up never getting put away because Truffles loved the dish. I'm sure breaking it bothered me more than it did her - I had a sentimental attachment to it because it started out as Tara's, and went on to be the dish Truffles ate her first can of Fancy Feast in after moving to her forever home with me. It went back into Tara's memory box...in pieces :(
What I didn't know at the time, and what makes the post extra emotional for me to read now, is that 3 weeks after it was written Truffles was gone. This picture of her sitting by the broken dish is one of the last I ever took of her. Maybe the dish was symbolic of my broken heart that was to come.
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Those memories can be tuff - sending hugs.
Dad thinks of some things to send with us when we travel to the Bridge so far day. I (AYLA) have this special fevver thing that looks like Chinese handcuffs. Iza will want a few rattly mousies. Marley wants some treats.
That was a sad memory. :-(
Never forget Truffles going. Never ever.
* Hugs from us and a few tears *
I'm so sorry. When I lost Kitty, I struggled with what to do with her stuff. I still have a box in the closet with her food and water bowls, some syringes and test strips for diabetes, her favorite toys, etc. My significant others have never understood me keeping all the stuff. But I just can't let it go. Since she died less than a week before I moved back here, I didn't get her ashes so that stuff means even more to me.
Those Facebook memories are a mixed blessing, aren't they. Hugs to you as you remember your beautiful girl.
Funny (not ha ha funny) how little things like that can spark such a reaction. Purrs to you....
Understood. It’s too hard to let some things go.
Hugs from all of us, it sure isn't easy sometimes.
Aww...this has us leaky eyed.
The Florida Furkids
We're sorry. We're sending you lots of hugs.
Hugs and purrs on this remembrance day! I relived Chuck's euthanasia in my mind as I drove home from work yesterday; those sorrowful times just slide into one's brain at a moment's notice!
That is so sad. Sending you hugs as you remember both of your beautiful angels. XO
Oh gosh, that's sad. {hugs}
There are some things that are emotional triggers. Tucker's carrier is one of them. I can't get rid of it for some reason, though it's far too large for our cats.
I have several posts like that of TW breaking my fave dishes. Of course TW didn't have an emotional attachment to them.
A sad memory. (((hugs)))
That last picture is a heart-breaker. I hope you still have the pieces...
They embed themselves in our heart and remain there forever. What a bittersweet post.
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Have a fabulous day and weekend. It's nice to meet you. ♥
We have a dish with that very same design, but it's white instead of blue. So far, this human has refrained from breaking it. That's not to say I haven't broken other kitty dishes, though, unfortunately. We're sending you purrs, prayers, and hugs as such a sad day approaches.
We loved dear Truffles and it is funny how things like this happen. We have a few items around that have hurt me more than the furs when they broke in my clumsy hands or from curious paws.
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