Macky, Mowie, and Sunny

When I heard my co-worker tell me she had to put her 18 year old cat down, I immediately realized that I had missed the date of Romeo’s passing. 

To this day, I still miss that puppy.  It’s incredible how much an pet animal brother could mean to you. 

When I was living with Romeo, you knew you couldn’t laugh in front of him.  For whatever insane reason, he would get upset — maybe it was the high pitch of our laughter that annoyed him, or maybe it was just the fact that our attention wasn’t on him.  We’d hold in the laughter, or even the general chatter, because we’d know it would get to Romeo.

Till this day when I’m home, I still catch myself just before I laugh as to not upset Romeo, and to not bring upon his insane barking and craziness.  Fortunately (I’d still give anything, though, to have him back), those past frustrations that I couldn’t even laugh in my own house have passed — instead, after I realize I just caught myself holding back laughter, I begin to smile because of Romeo. 

I guess, in a way, that was his mark left on the world for us — sure, it annoyed you at the time, but looking back upon it, it’s quite hysterical.  But that was what Romeo was all about — he didn’t know any better, and because of that, he made life so much more enjoyable.  I mean, what other dog gets jealous when you’re not giving him attention and proceeds to bark your head off? 

But, it’s crazy that Romeo has been gone for a year — it seems like just yesterday, too. 

I still walk into my parent’s house expecting a 100 pound dog to come charging at me.  I know it won’t come, but it’s such a strong automatic reaction.  I feel almost let down that it doesn’t happen, anymore, too.  When Romeo would come charging, he had no idea how crazy excited he got to see us — he couldn’t control himself.  He’d jump, and back, jump, and back — then proceed to wipe his wet mouth on your hand or the side of your pants until you would take the time to really pet him. 

I miss that crazy puppy. 

My only regret was that I was not in the process of putting him down.  I wish we had his ashes as to actually be able to keep a part of him.  I didn’t know any better at the time, but I wish I did. 

Then again, Macky would probably want to play in the ashes as if it was his litter box.

We’re all alive, it’s true.  We haven’t dropped off the face of the earth. 

Everyone is nice and healthy, too.  Well, except for Macky.  Apparently he likes to injure himself every other week.  Just when we saw several large gashes on his face heal up last week, he goes and cuts his little paw.  We have no idea how he gets these mysterious cuts and bruises, but Sunny and Mowie are always perfectly fine.  Well, physically fine, I mean — Mowie has a few screws missing; she’s emotionally crazy. 

The babies love the new cabinets — eventually I’ll get around to posting pictures of their new habitat.