Last night my dear little friend Nicodemus passes away. I had only had him for just over a year, and although I could no longer imagine what my life would be like without him, it still felt too short. Like his sudden death had robbed me of precious time I could have spent with him.
I don't think I've ever loved a creature the way I loved Nicodemus.
And I don't believe I have ever had a pet that seemed to love me back as much as he did.
He was a very well mannered and calm little guy, he never bit, never tried to escape, and was always content sitting on my lap.
I'll miss that.
He was always with me.
Down to when he drew his last breath.
I felt the life leave him, and I hope I never have to feel that again.
I miss him so much, even now I'm still crying. And more tears will come. This is no small wound, this is a gaping hole in my chest from where my heart has been torn out. He was not just a pet. He was my buddy, my roommate, my favorite little guy. There will never be another. Not even close.
I keep staring at him empty cage, wishing he was still there. Wishing I hadn't buried him this morning. Wishing that I had somehow been mistaken, that he was really alive, just sleeping.
Sleep well, little guy.
I'll see you when we cross rainbow bridge together.