She went for her regular hair appointment because she always had to look fabulous for her fans. And as was her fashion, she went out looking just mahvelous.
Not that beauty was her only claim to fame–she was so sweet, so above the cat-fighting and hissing of her peers, carrying herself with a certain regal otherness, that she garnered the respect and adulation of all. She was, after all, a pedigree in every sense of the word, and she had the papers and the photos to prove it.
She was unflappable and did not lose her cool over anything–not over petty quarrels with her brother and sister, or the recent arrival to the household of a street-wise juvenile delinquent (who took to pouncing on and chasing her), not even pest control guys with canisters or strange women wielding vacuum cleaners and mops. She was unperturbed about practically everything save for sharing her heating pad, for being cold was beneath her. And, she needed her beauty sleep.
Now, Lady Bella Lusignan WAS high-maintenance–much like Queen Elizabeth, for example, she had a busy schedule and was almost impossible to seat for an interview or photo session. Her feeding schedule was unlike that of the others (who were given dry kibble to nosh on all day long) in that she required only the rarest of Fancy Feast flavors at only certain times during the day. Always very graceful and svelte, it was difficult for her in recent years to keep the weight on her tiny frame. She demanded certain treats, especially for her glamorous mane, sensitive stomach, and just plain picky nature.
So, although it was a shock, it shouldn’t really have been all that surprising that when her time on this earth was up, she was still the picture of health, beautiful as always, perfectly poised and yet still insistent on jumping up on the kitchen counters at will. Upon her visit to the hairdresser last week, she was buffed and puffed and fussed over while the juvenile delinquent commoner was in the clinic receiving ordinary childhood vaccines and a deworming. It was at that time that she determined this was indeed quite a convenient and classy time to make an exit from her storied career as the resident diva of our home, where she reigned for almost 17 years.
I miss her terribly, and the whole place has gone down a notch since she left.
Here are some of DCPL’s offerings related to the loss of a pet:
Coping with Sorrow on the Loss of Your Pet by Moira Anderson
The Loss of a Pet by Wallace Sife
Animals in Spirit: Our Faithful Companions’ Transition to the Afterlife by Penelope Smith
When a Family Pet Dies: A Guide to Dealing with Children’s Loss by JoAnn Tuzeo-Jarolmen