Reunited

It’s been four years since I’ve seen my much loved King.  He was the first one I considered a son, my first furbaby.  I got him when I was 21. 

 

Everyone before him was considered a sibling to me.

 

So you can imagine my surprise when mum said to me that there was a gentleman at the front door, and he had King!!  I couldn’t believe it!  4 years and I finally get him back!!

 

I quickly jumped in my clothes, don’t know why I was undressed, maybe I was in bed.  Headed for the door, opened it, and sure enough, there was a tall.. very tall, blonde haired guy there, and right next to him was my beautiful poodle x corgi, King!

 

He looked well, I couldn’t believe how well he looked.

 

And the blonde guy was saying how well he’s been treated and that he’s being well cared for.  I thought he’d leave after handing me my King, but he stuck around, but I didn’t care, I was holding my beautiful King again!

 

Oh my heart melted, I had missed him so much.  It had been 4 years since I last held King in my arms, have missed him dearly.  It was so, oh so very good to see him again.  And here he finally was looking as young as healthy as ever. 

 

That should have been a sign, but I didn’t pick up on it.

 

I just wanted to hold my King, cuddle him, hug him and never let him go.

 

In the background, the whole time, I could hear a beatufil angelic voice singing ‘requiem’. 

 

That should have been another clue, but again I didn’t pick up on it.

 

And then it happened.  What I had not expected.

 

I opened my eyes, the sun had not yet risen above the roofs of the houses, I was in bed, Cleo my current furbaby on the bed beside me.

 

And then it hit me.  I had to have King put down 4 years ago, aged 16.5 years, because he was in pain and suffering, but I’ve felt guilty ever since as I had promised him I’d never have him put down.

 

I looked around the room, and cried.  I got out of bed crying.  I got to see my King again, I got to hold him, I got to hug him.. but I didn’t get to keep him.  Oh how I cried.

 

I cry now as I type this.

 

Does the pain ever get easier?

 

I wish it would… but hope it doesn’t.  I never want to forget the amount of love I had for King… I still have for him.

 

He will always be my first born, my oldest boy, my first son.  I got him as a baby, he died an old man, but he will always be my child.

 

Since then, I’ve had Midnight, my 2nd son, oldest feline; Kimba, my first girl also a feline, Cleo, my baby girl, a canine and of course Chloe, my little princess, feline.

 

But King will always be my special No. 1.

 

At least I know his spirit has gone to a happier place, and the angels were kind enough to bring him to me for a visit…

 

Oh how I miss him!