Arrival Story: I saw an article on the Savannah breed, and I just couldn't resist!
Bio: Five months after his fifth birthday, to my great sadness, Rafiki was diagnosed with hypertrophic cardio myopathy. It was already at a severe stage. I faithfully administered medications, changing to expensive transdermal formulations whenever possible after he refused to take pills no matter what method of administration I tried. I kept to his scheduled appointments for ultrasounds, blood work and ECGs even though I racked up charges on my credit cards. It gave us a little over four more years together.
A week already. I can't believe it. I guess it should not be surprising. Mom will be gone nine years at the end of the month. You were just a baby when that happened. She met you only once, and I am sorry she no longer lived with us then. She would have found you delightful. I cannot believe nine years have flown by, and I am afraid when I turn around, another nine years will have passed.
Tomorrow I will gather with some friends and some of those friends will understand. I hope I will be able to talk about last Friday and how awful it was for us and that some will understand. It is hard to keep it all inside. I do not want to share with those who do not really understand. Rafiki, Rafiki, I hate to remember your cries. I know you were scared. I hope you were not in pain. I know they gave you pain meds. I hope they helped. I wish you could have been at home instead. I'm sorry buddy; so sorry.
Today was a difficult day. I feel very down and had some bad moments. A week ago today we had our last normal day together. I wish something would have told me to take a day off, so we could have spent the whole day together. But no, nothing came to me, so I went to work like usual. Tomorrow will be a week already. I have off tomorrow, so I can be at home here in peace by myself. I miss you buddy. Perhaps one day you'll let us know how it is at the Bridge.