I may be a huge horror fan, but I’ve been an animal lover even longer. Today I write this blog with tears streaming down my face. Lafayette was fine on Friday and seemed to get a little congested over the weekend. When I took him to the vet this morning, I was expecting a shot and antibiotics would perk him right up. I wasn’t prepared for the terrible news that his chest was filled with fluid and he was most likely the owner of a metastasizing tumor near his heart.
“Larf” as I called him, came with a mission. We had a blind pug named Brent Black. He had been abused by his former owner, resulting in the lack of one eye and total blindness in the other. Initially sad to be the owner of a blind dog, Brent quickly proved that my assumption of his limitations was to be my handicap. Within a day, Brent had memorized the layout of our home and large back yard. As soon as his little black feet stepped into the grass, he hit top speed and ran alongside our German Shepherd, knowing he had a third of an acre before he ran headfirst into split rail fence or a tree. Sadly, Brent fell victim to a large metastasizing tumor and passed away. His death anniversary was two years ago yesterday. Odd that one day later I was to lose Lafayette.
Lafayette came along unexpectedly, sheer black, and as fate would have it, a wonky eye that was a birth defect. It felt like Lafayette was sent to us for a reason.
Lafayette became a resident of Grasmere Drive when my parents’ cat had kittens. Being a huge sucker, we agreed to take him home. Lafayette was the most unique cat I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. Sleek and black, a horror lovers cat for certain, Lafayette was the best natural stress relief available.
He loved to sleep with me, no matter how many times I had to yell for him to move during the night. As soon as the alarm sounded he was up and waiting to jump into the shower with me every morning. Just like a person, he had his own uniquely quirky habits that endeared him just that much more.
Lap cat, bully, smacker of the dog, burrower of sheets, loving pet; Lafayette was the perfect animal. His spazzy do-whatever-I-want attitude combined with his loving nature was such a rarity. I’m already dreading taking a shower in the morning without his purring face there to greet me.
I don’t have kids, so pets are more than pets to me sometimes. Having a fuzzy warm cat curl up in your lap is a sublime pleasure only known to the people born with a love for all God’s creatures.
If you have a favorite pet, give them some extra treats tonight, give them some extra lovin’. You have no idea how long they’re going to be around, kids.
I’ll miss you, Lafayette, and I’ll think of you everyday. I have no doubts that you’re already in Heaven mistreating my beautiful blind pug, Brent Black. I imagine Brent can see now, so watch your little black ass.
“Of all God’s creatures, there is only one that cannot be made slave of the lash. That one is the cat. If man could be crossed with the cat it would improve the man, but it would deteriorate the cat.” – Mark Twain
“Authors like cats because they are such quiet, lovable, wise creatures, and cats like authors for the same reasons.” – Robertson Davies