Goodbye August

My morning started with an overwhelming sense of loss.

As I made my way up the stairs to the main door, I found my cat, August, lying flat on the corridor. Being the lazy cat that he is, I assumed he was sleeping since the main door hadn't been kept open. To my horror and shock, I realized August was dead. I ran upstairs to inform my Mum and Aunt. They rushed down with me, tears flowing down our cheeks simultaneously. It seems that either he had been hit on the head by some evil person or that he had consumed some poison (probably rat poison). There was blood oozing from his mouth with no sign of any external injuries. So I am guessing it was the latter. After cleaning him up a little and putting him in a box, I proceeded towards a certain secluded spot to bury my darling pet. My cousin dug up a deep hole where August was put to rest. Just before this was done, I opened the box and showered him with kisses. Attachments.

To some, this might seem ridiculous. "Crying for a pet?" smirked by nephew. I struck back with a, "You won't understand because you did not have anything to do with him"! Many years ago, my pet dog Tommy died as a result of falling some four storeys down from the balcony. Then too, I was the most grief stricken. Since then we decided not to have pets in the house. Once the bond is established, it is extremely difficult to let go, even though we know that letting go is inevitable.

August may have been my Aunt's pet but I was equally attached to the lazy bugger. All he did was laze around the entire day and demand meat according to his whims and fancies. Now that he is gone, I can sense a silence in the kitchen. Rest in peace my beloved. Hope we took the best care of you during your short stay with us.