There comes a time when we experience our first loss. That just happened to my little brother. We recently adopted an abandoned kitten and sadly, did not stay long with us. Buddy was his name – short for Budweiser. He was our first pet and he had been in our care for a short 3 weeks.
Buddy woke up this morning feeling fine but felt lethargic later in the day. We paid no mind to it since he was just a baby and babies sleep a lot. It wasn’t until late afternoon that we started getting worried. He wouldn’t drink his milk and wouldn’t play with us. My little brother put him in his bed and suddenly Buddy just collapsed, unresponsive and started shaking. Alarmed, we rushed Buddy to the vet. I was praying that it was nothing – that Buddy was just really tired.
But the vet delivered bad news. Buddy had difficulty breathing and his chances of surviving were unknown. The doctor tried giving him oxygen and warming him up but his temperature kept going down and his heart rate decreased. We then had to make the most difficult decision.
I looked to my little brother and he started crying. I was shocked because I didn’t think that he would be so attached to Buddy. It was then that I realized that Buddy was his first ever pet, and his first loss. My heart ached for him.
“It’s so hard,” he said through his tears and hearing him say that felt like my heart was getting ripped out of my chest. It was my first time seeing him vulnerable and shaken. I didn’t know how to comfort him. So, I stayed quiet and let him mourn.
Our drive home was quiet. As soon as we entered the house, it felt different. My little brother went straight to his room and I felt lost. There was no more Buddy to greet and no more Buddy to play with.
We’re going to miss him. He is at peace now.