It always surprises me a little that when a pet dies, the house seems so empty afterwards.
Last week Harvey died. And even though he wasn't a big personality like Juno or Ray, the house seems quieter now and the light inside seems a bit dimmer.
Harvey liked to spend most of his time outdoors. He didn't kill things like Juno does and he wasn't noisy like Juno and Ray. He was our good boy, the serious one who demanded nothing except treats when he came inside for the evening, and who was so OCD you could set your clock by him.
He had four different places that he liked to sleep: in his bed in the bay window overlooking the backyard; on his monkeyfur cloud in the family room; on the wooden bench in the backyard; and in the flowerbed. According to his adoption sheet, Harvey was found in a field when he was a kitten, so sleeping in dirt was in his blood.
He and Gregg had a special bond and a nightly ritual. After Harvey would go to bed in his bay-window bed - always that one at night - Gregg would go to pet him and Harvey would bite him. Gregg would say "Owwww" and "No biting," and Harvey would close his eyes and smile. Every night. The same thing. I could tell they both looked forward to it.
But our Harvey is gone. And the house seems quieter now and the light inside seems just a bit dimmer.
Wednesday, October 12, 2016
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I'm so sorry. It's hard to lose a furry friend. Just dang hard. Each one takes a little chunk from our hearts.ReplyDelete
Oh no. Such sad news. I am so sorry for your loss of little Harvey. He was so young! I am sad your house seems dimmer and your heart heavy. Hugs to you all.ReplyDelete
Anne, Jennifer and crew.
Oh, no, was this unexpected?? So sorry :( I still look for my Josey sometimes, almost two years since she died. Godspeed, Harvey...ReplyDelete
How are Juno and Ray holding up?ReplyDelete