My Macamoo

I just sat on the floor of my dining room and watched my Machy leave the house for the last time. Two days ago, less than 48 hours ago, he snapped at Elizabeth. After much soul searching and advice seeking we have decided to put him to sleep. I won't be there for his last minutes because Paul decided I shouldn't be there and I am letting my husband take care of me.

I have loved him from the minute I saw him in the PetSmart that day five years ago. I have been his favorite person ever since and he has loved me unconditionally and faithfully. I will love him until the day that I die - because something I've learned about loss is that you never stop loving the soul who has left if you truly love him or her - you just kind of adjust to always loving.

I like to think that he's in heaven, because I think he gets to go to heaven. And I think that maybe Mary is there and will pet him and love him as he is the second member of our family to arrive. He'll get to chase all the UPS trucks he wants and his leg won't hurt and he won't have to eat his food immediately because Hobbes won't be there waiting to attack. And then someday, hopefully far in the future as I have so much more to do, I'll get to be there with him and he will take care of me.

I will miss you my macamoo for the rest of my life - thank you for a wonderful five years together.