I could write endlessly about how special my cat Pavlov was, about how he was the kindest soul I’ve ever come across, human or otherwise. I could make the case that animals do experience things like sadness and grief, as my other cat Ezra the Pound Cat has not been herself since her big brother passed away. I could tell you that my wife and I miss him dearly, that there wasn’t a single day where he didn’t greet us at the door when we came home, or how he used to sit on my feet when the house was cold. I could wax poetic of his physical beauty, a classic brown tabby mutt with a swirled bullseye and the features of unknown heritage. I could tell you that we were blessed to have spent almost seventeen years with him, sharing our happiness and sadness as a family.
I could write about all those things, but they would pale in comparison to who he really was. So I made a small tribute to show how amazing a friend Pavlov was. I cried throughout the editing of this, and I still cry every time I watch it. We gave him the best life and in turn he gave us everything he had. He left us peacefully, dignified, without complication.
He was the very best. My heart breaks as I think of him in heaven, playing with Zara and Satya. He will comfort and care for them as he did for us.
Give your pet a big hug today for me. Have a great weekend.