Here's where the story ends

... Buster Bunny isn't going to get better. The call from the vet this morning was not good. He's running a low fever and he still hasn't eaten. The vet tried to be kind, but I think we all know at this point that my sunny little buddy won't be here for the New Year. The doctor will be calling later tonight and I already know what I have to say.

I can't stop crying.

My eyes close and I see his sweet smiling face... and then I start regretting things, time I wasted, things I could have said or done differently. None of us knows when the end will come, but I sure never expected my little bunnykitty to die like this.

If he was human, and not a kitty, I know what he would say to me now. Let me go. No pain, please, just a peaceful drift into sleep in your arms. And he would also say, remember how I lived - every day just packed (as Calvin would say) and never letting up for an instant. He ran and played until he would collapse, sleep right on the floor where he lay with his fuzzy white tummy turned up and his legs stretched out every which way, then when he woke up he'd get up and start running again. I will try to recount some of the happy Buster Bunny stories during this week for you, so you can all get to know him the way I was blessed to. And for him, I'm going to try to live life to it's fullest, never slowing down, and never taking the easy way out - enjoying each and every moment like he did, right up until the end. That little cat has blessed my life and taught me so much about never taking things for granted, and I wish he could understand how much he meant to me. But I do know that he knows I love him, and I hope to be holding or stroking his little body tomorrow so that he has no fear, only happiness, when his story ends.

Yeah, I'm crying again. I leave you with the song we've been playing all day today.

"
crazy I know, places I go
make me feel so tired
I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside
oh here's where the story ends
ooh here's where the story ends

it's that little souvenir of a terrible year
which makes my eyes feel sore
oh I never should have said, the books that you read
were all I loved you for
it's that little souvenir of a terrible year
which makes me wonder why
and it's the memories of your shed that make me turn red
surprise, surprise, surprise"

Credit: here's where the story ends
Artist(Band):Sundays