I had a horrible Friday, simply awful and tragic. While pulling out of my driveway to go to work I discovered sweet Slyvester laying in the road. He'd been hit and killed just moments before. I quickly pulled over and picked him up to carry him home, where he would be safe until we could bury him. You can well imagine how devestating this was. I stroked him and spoke to him even though he was no longer in this world then my son and I prayed over him.
I tried to go to work, crying the whole way there and my assistant manager sent me home. She's an animal lover as well and knew the pain I was in. At home my son and I talked about how much we loved Slyvester and how best to break the news to Caroline. Early afternoon I went to pick my husband up from work and we stopped at Lowe's to purchase some lumber in order to build a nice box for Slyvester.
Early evening found my two guys building in the garage. And awhile later Caroline's Mom and her Mom's friend Robert arrived. My husband, son, Caroline and me all wrote special messages of love to Slyvester in his box and placed items that were special to him in it. His cushion Caroline made, his food dish my son had bought him, a rose from our yard, ribbon from his favorite toy... My guys dug a hole under our big tree outside my kitchen window, the tree Slyvester loved to climb. And we all held a memorial service for him in the gently falling rain. My son said a few words, followed by me and then my husband. Caroline threw the first spadeful of dirt into his grave. What a brave girl!
Perhaps some would think this was alot to do for a pet but in our home, our pets are an important part of our family. Slyvester meant the world to Caroline and Caroline means the world to us. I put a metal cross on his grave to mark it and will make a wooden plaque soon with his name. This was our Friday, very sad and tearful.
October 24, 2004
October 24, 2008