In October of 1996 Krista and I picked up our 1st "kid" from the shelter... today she left us. I could go on about all the silly things Rush did, the quirky behaviors, or other fond tales but I won't. I'll just say that she was special to us, and she is missed.
Krista and I decided to let the girls say goodbye and come down to the ditch bank to be there as we buried Rush in a spot close to where Opus is buried. That was the hardest part about today. Rush wasn't a cuddly cat, but she tolerated the kids and their attempts to carry her around sometimes. But as Krista carried her body across the field the finality of death and the realization that she would no longer be around set in. Today was the first day in 48 days that we saw precipitation in Billings. It was cloudy, cold and rainy... a melancholy day. It was heartbreaking to hear the girls ask questions like.
"Rush won't meow anymore?"
"Why did she die?"
"When will I die?"
..........there were some questions that made me just about laugh and some that left me grasping for the right words to say. We discussed life and death at a 4 year old level for a bit and we cried a bit. In the end we all decided to be grateful for the time that we have and to enjoy it while it lasts.