You were a rescue. They found you in a burnt out basement and you were skittish ever since. It took you couple of years to be in the same room with me. Maybe I resembled the old man who set fire to your last home, I don't know. After that, you would casually enter the room, rub up against the corner of the doorway, and if I was lucky, I'd get to scratch your head before you'd scurry off to hide under the bed.
Last night it was time for you to leave. You had your last cheezeburger as it were, and on 12/07/08 you set upon a journey to entertain the celestials who undoubtedly will be as charmed by your presence as we were. Be well, Phil. I'll miss serenading you to my guitar.
Its so hard when the time comes to let ones pet go..I'm so sorry. My thoughts are with your Dad & Marcia who I know loved Phil so much.
ReplyDeleteLove you Michael, Mom