Friday, December 13, 2013

Chester

He died in my arms this morning at 8:18, on Friday the 13th. We stared into each others' eyes and I saw my reflection in his beautiful, chocolate Tootsie-Pop drop eyes. Nobody or anything has been with me this long, not my parents (they split when I was 11), no man, nothing. Friends--of course--but no one by my side. He came to me after 9/11, after a terrible year filled with so much incredibly absurd heartbreak and restless traveling that to write it would result in disbelief. He healed my broken heart and soul far more than any therapy ever could. Complete love, joy, affection, forgiveness--for he had been dumped on a cold wintry Boston street in January of 2002, ears cut, leg injured, ribs showing, and facing death row, where he was given a second lease on life by the incredible Milton Animal League. Like most things in my own life, I found him by a serendipitous turn of fate. He has always been there for me. I used to play this and sing it to him.

Good night, sweet prince...and flights of angels sing thee to they rest.

14 comments:

Lindax0x0x0x0x said...

Chester, my darling, rest lightly, sweetly & in serenity. I think often of sitting next to you on the couch. You were a mighty presence & a gentle soul.

JamiSings said...

*hugs* I wish I could give you a real hug instead of a virtual one, Donna. I'm not going to try to comfort you with trite words. Just cry as much as you need to and don't listen to any idiot who tries to make you stop.

James Hunter said...

I'm terribly sorry to hear this, Donna. I know how much he meant to you. He was a handsome little rascal with a great personality. Much love and hugs to you. xo

Donna Lethal said...

Thank everyone.
Jami much appreciated. Your tumblr brings me much wry joy.

Holly said...

Donna, Chester is going to leave a huge hole in your heart. I am so sorry for how you feel right now, the agony can seem unbearable. Courage.

Would love to hear more of Chester's story if you ever want to share.

About that hole - I figure it expands the overall size of ones' heart to let more things squeeze in over time xo

Holly

PS - Sitting here with sweet, dying cat Tigee, only a metter of days, I think. But right now, he purring & content & am cherishing right now for all it's worth.

FelixInHollywood said...

I love that big boy. I'm very sorry sweetie. This extraordinarily difficult period of transition is the only (but high) price to pay for us who were lucky enough to have had all the years of love and laughs that we did with these furry pals of ours.

Donna Lethal said...

Little Lord Chesteroy! King of Hollywood. Love you.

Muscato said...

Oh, my dear - so, so sorry. They are temporary treasures, our small friends, but how very dear they are.

Hermine Isabel said...

It is the only bad thing about owning a dog, they have only so many years built into them, no matter how much loving care they are given. Even the speed with which puppies grow is a reminder of this. However what MIGHT HAVE BEEN did not happen and instead you had wonderful years together.

Donna Lethal said...

Thank you everyone.

Jim-Jim said...

I'm sorry to hear about the passing of Chester. Two of my brothers lost pets this year.

Brad said...

So very sorry for your loss.

Donna Lethal said...

Thank you kindly.

ilduce said...

Oh! I'm so sorry Donna. The loss of a pet is so hard and of course words can't do much to express the level of sympathy I feel for you.