I Miss you Moses

I was going to write something witty, but this time I can't hide my pain behind the laughter. My Mosey is gone. I knew he was nearing the end, but I refused to pay it too much attention, until he quit eating. Moses never wasn't hungry, and now he even turned away from chicken. The blood in his stool had turned to just blood. I laid awake on the couch with him the whole night. I sang him his favorite songs and told him his favorite fairy tale. The one about the big-headed Ogre who had captured him for food, but discovering he was just skin and bones decided to fatten him up. Little did the dimwitted Ogre know that he was being tricked. Before long Moses had convinced the Ogre that the two of them were best friends and best friends just didn't eat each other. So they set off on a lifetime of adventures together. Well Damn it, I'm not done with my adventures and my best friend is is gone. I held him in my arms as the needle pricked the vein in his tiny little leg. His eyes just stared into mine, never blinking. His tongue darted out and licked the tip of my nose. Something he always did when I asked for kisses. I saw his eyes sparkle just before his little body went limp. I laid him on the blanket and sobbed. I cried hard for my Moses. I still do. I could have held onto him a few more days, but I had promised him when his time came I would NOT let him suffer. He had suffered enough in his short little life. I lifted him from the table and clung to him begging him to forgive me between sobs. I didn't care what anyone thought. It wasn't their hearts that had just been ripped from their chests. Composed, or so I thought, I opened the door to leave and the entire vet staff was there to console me. The tears flowed once more. They had all been there too when Moses was first brought in. They had seen his amazing recovery and his spunky little run and they also saw it when the light returned to his eyes. I apologized that I couldn't stay and headed for the car. I drove him to the crematorium and left him in their care. Moses will return to me this coming tues. There isn't a single day that I regret having Moses. He taught me many things, but the most important lesson was this. He taught me how to forgive and be happy. I miss you Moses.