On my news feed, another blogger shared that today is The First Annual Rainbow Bridge Remembrance Day, hosted by our pals over at Zee and Zoey's Cat Chronicles. I have always said, there are no coincidences. What was to be a quick photo on Facebook of Hector, now becomes a blog post. (Maybe this will get me past my writer's block since the other two huge losses I'm still reeling from, from earlier this year -- I have basically been unable to write since I lost my beloved Gil and Hobie.)
If I ever DO get past the writer's block, I will finish my book, which includes Hector's Story. Until then, if you have the patience to read an unedited version in which the photos don't display (!!) then you may do so here. Or, you can just go up to the menu on this blog and click on the "Hector" tab.
As most of you already know, my beloved Hector died on August 28, 2011 just one week before his 10th birthday, due to a brain aneurysm. He had tripped on the stairs a few months earlier, and evidently hit his head, sustaining a head injury, and began having seizures which were frequent and frightening, throughout that whole summer. We had a wonderful summer that year, and I am grateful to myself that I had the aforethought to spend so much time at the lake and the ocean with my two dogs, Hector and Hobie. Hobie, being the elder of the two, I never imagined in my wildest dreams that he would out-live Hector.
|Hector and Hobie, carrying on during a snowstorm "back in the day" (before we had a fence!)|
If you've ever seen anyone having a seizure, it is extremely frightening and disconcerting. With a dog, it can be dangerous during the post-ichtal phase (after a seizure) because they can bite and snap, knock you over, etc. This is because they sometimes have a short time of disorientation afterwards, and Hector actually had temporary blindness after a seizure. After he regained his sight, he would then try to crawl into small spaces: under a desk, into a closet, into the fireplace! He did not realize what a car was, or how to get into the car, the first time he seized. He would also run around the house, or the back yard, for up to 30 minutes after a seizure, and would drink tons of water and urinate repeatedly. But the worst part was the biting and running at you at full-speed, knocking you to the ground post-seizure. All of these memories are very hard to extinguish all these years later. And, I can't believe that "all these years" is a phrase I just wrote. It seems like he left us just yesterday. I still feel him in my heart, and now he has the company of Gil and Hobie.
Enough about that. I was going to wait to announce this, but I have learned that there is no time like the present. So, here it comes: My long-term goal, which I have been planning since Mr. Kitty and Timba died, is to become a pet grief and loss counselor. I am hoping to finish the educational/certification part of that within the next year, and begin helping others (if they'll have me) live with the pain and grief of losing a beloved pet.
In the meantime, I devote this website to my beloved pets who I miss every day, and of course those who are still with me: Charlie Brown, Cooper, Cali, Tux and Newman.
But for today, this is Hector's day, and I just want to say, "Mommy misses you, buddy, every single day. I love you to the moon and beyond."
September 4, 2001 - August 28, 2011