Goodbye Pyrex, my lover
Hi,
Pyrex died in his sleep last night.
It was in the spring of 2001, I think. Juliana, Paula, and I decided Paula should have lil’pal to hang with so we went to the Humane Society in San Diego. I had no intention of getting a pet. When our eyes met it was one of those “this is meant to be” moments. Maybe we were lovers in another life, I don’t know but it was clear that we were supposed to spend time together.
Pyrex had a beautiful, deep-black, shiny coat. It was like sable. He had a long face and nose that reminded me of the Egyptian pharaoh Akhnaten. His long hind legs and missing tail made him look like a strange mystical creature, especially when he slinked around the neighborhood at night. He would talk to me in sly tones with varying pitches and glissandos that sounded like questions. He was a little person.
Pyrex had a love for me that was deep and loyal. Our only conflict was who sleeps on what side of the bed every night. This was when his sly tones would become loud complaints until we settled down, agreed upon an arrangement and fell asleep. Other than that, he never complained or begged. His favorite toy was a pen and an old, ratty, small, red X-mas carpet with the word NOEL printed in green on it. He would grab it, toss it up into the air and run underneath it so it would fall on him. Then he would hug it and bunny-thump it with his hind legs.
He was very butch. When I got him, he had been what they call “de-clawed.” This is a cruel procedure that entails cutting off the first digit of each toe. He liked to think of himself as a big alpha cat and would wander around the neighborhood like he owned it. He got in many fights and faired pretty well considering his lack of claws. He had one tattered ear that made him look even more butch.
One of his strange behaviors was washing his hands several times a day. It may be that it soothed his de-clawed paws. Sometimes I would see him standing on the first step of the swimming pool. Just before he died, he washed his paws in the water bowl I held up to his face, he was too weak to walk.
Discriminating as he was, he wasn’t very friendly to other people, except a select few. I’ve never had a more deep and rich relationship with another animal. He was unique and very smart. He was happy and is now in the place where special, complex and loving creatures go when they die. I don’t know where that is but somehow we will meet up again, by accident, like we did in 2001.
Pyrex died in his sleep last night.
It was in the spring of 2001, I think. Juliana, Paula, and I decided Paula should have lil’pal to hang with so we went to the Humane Society in San Diego. I had no intention of getting a pet. When our eyes met it was one of those “this is meant to be” moments. Maybe we were lovers in another life, I don’t know but it was clear that we were supposed to spend time together.
Pyrex had a beautiful, deep-black, shiny coat. It was like sable. He had a long face and nose that reminded me of the Egyptian pharaoh Akhnaten. His long hind legs and missing tail made him look like a strange mystical creature, especially when he slinked around the neighborhood at night. He would talk to me in sly tones with varying pitches and glissandos that sounded like questions. He was a little person.
Pyrex had a love for me that was deep and loyal. Our only conflict was who sleeps on what side of the bed every night. This was when his sly tones would become loud complaints until we settled down, agreed upon an arrangement and fell asleep. Other than that, he never complained or begged. His favorite toy was a pen and an old, ratty, small, red X-mas carpet with the word NOEL printed in green on it. He would grab it, toss it up into the air and run underneath it so it would fall on him. Then he would hug it and bunny-thump it with his hind legs.
He was very butch. When I got him, he had been what they call “de-clawed.” This is a cruel procedure that entails cutting off the first digit of each toe. He liked to think of himself as a big alpha cat and would wander around the neighborhood like he owned it. He got in many fights and faired pretty well considering his lack of claws. He had one tattered ear that made him look even more butch.
One of his strange behaviors was washing his hands several times a day. It may be that it soothed his de-clawed paws. Sometimes I would see him standing on the first step of the swimming pool. Just before he died, he washed his paws in the water bowl I held up to his face, he was too weak to walk.
Discriminating as he was, he wasn’t very friendly to other people, except a select few. I’ve never had a more deep and rich relationship with another animal. He was unique and very smart. He was happy and is now in the place where special, complex and loving creatures go when they die. I don’t know where that is but somehow we will meet up again, by accident, like we did in 2001.
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