I wasn't going to do it...... posted 8/31/2009 6:47:36 PM | 8 kudos what's this?     report abuse

lazareth

but all week long, everytime I close my eyes there you are. And I swore I wasn't going to write anything about you only because no one would ever even come close to knowing you just through my words. It's just not possible.
But here I am, I'm going to do my best, for you... My Lazareth.
I knew the first time I laid eyes on you that you were special... the One.
For eleven years we have been together . And I have many memories... so very many.
My best buddy, my guardian, my truck dog and after meeting Hubby... you were all of these thing to him as well... if not more.
We went everywhere together. You expected it and hubby and I would not have done it any differently.
The way you would always try your best to pust me out of the passenger seat in the car when Hubby was driving... because that's where you were supposed to be sitting. So daddy would eventually have to pull over, I would climb in the back seat.. you would let out your little "pffffppt" snort, look at me as if saying" I belong beside Daddy"
The time you laid sleeping in the floor and Buddy Cat climbed up on your head and proceeded to pee in your ear... you never moved a muscle, but your eyes flew wide open as I can only describe as in wonder and you just laid there until Buddy Cat left.
All of the baby kitties you "nursed" after their mommies abandoned them. Gently picking up each baby in your mouth, no matter how small, and bringing them to me when I asked you to go "find" the babies.
All of the times, when Mattie May would wander out of the front yard and I would say" Go find Mattie" and off you would go, with that "snort" of yours, like a disgruntled teenager, but all the while knowing that it was the right thing to do.
The way you would rest your chin on your Daddy's knee as he ate something, knowing you would get at least half of it, especially when you pulled the "sad eyes" routine on him.... it worked everytime.
The nights I had to go sleep on the sofa, because of the "stereo snoring" I endured from having Daddy on one side of me and you on the other.
The nights you would run to daddy's side when he had his nightmares, and would not move from his side until they stopped.
I could go on for ever.... I smile and I cry.
Daddy has put a picture of you on the passenger side sun visor in his car... that's where you belong.
The last two hours you were here I wish I could forget because it was so painful to see.
We tried, we really tried. Daddy laid your head gently on the sofa arm and covered your cool body with a blanket... he pushed the other sofa facing, touching the one you laid on so I could lay next to you and hold you and Daddy laid on the floor, his arm up over the sofa arm just so he could touch you... just to let you know we would not leave your side.... ever.
And you, not having the strength to move when we coud finally get you you to the doctor... Daddy said.." Laz? Wanna go for a ride?.... and you booger.. you managed to gather the strength, walk to the car and with some help climb in the back seat that you were so unaccustomed to for this ride.... this ride that all three of us knew would be the last ride.
And as I ran into the vets office to get a room, Daddy stayed with you in the back seat of the car. But it was too late. I came back out, Daddy was on his knees... crying and as I look back now, I actually wished at that moment I had never met Daddy only because of the pain I feel I have caused him by losing you.
I can only call you "traitor" lovingly because you were Daddy's boy, his knothead, his partner in crime when it came to the farts the two of you made me endure...
We were a team....

My Best Buddy
My Guardian

My Lazareth

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