Nearly 4 years…and all it takes is a random post on an internet forum

Rainbow Bridge
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together….
Author unknown…

I miss your Otter.

Otter 1991 – 2009

The day I thought would never come….has. My cat that I’ve known nearly all my life is now gone.  I thought I would be alright….I was wrong.  I feel like a part of me is gone and never coming back.  He’s had a good life though, some 18 years which is extraordinary for a cat, that doesn’t make it any easier though.  If anything, it makes it ever harder.  Words cannot, and will not ever be able to express the grief that I feel.  He was one of….probably my very best friend.  I think back to all the fun we used to have.  All the crazy things he used to do.  I think about his crazy moods and hiding under the rug.  About his love of climbing into things, boxes, bags, our giant glass jar.  I think about the time he set at the table and looked like he was ready for dinner.  I think about him curling up in my lap for a long nap.  I think about the abuse he took from me….the time I dropped him down the stairs, the time I put a clothespin on his tail.  I suppose I wanted him to live forever….and thought that he would.  I thought that he would always be around.  What small comfort is in the fact that I got to say goodbye….and that he didn’t suffer.  Though really, those seem like very small comforts.  I just hope he know how much I loved him.  Rest in peace my dear friend.  I will never forget about you.  You will always hold a very special place in my heart.

Otter Bunyard 1991 to 2009: