Losing Sparkey

Carol RoachStarred Page By Carol Roach, 1st Mar 2015 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/1y8ubmlr/
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Sparkey was a delightful Pomeranian. He was the last dog I was to half before the break up of my marriage. He was the last dog we were to have for a long time. After that we had cats instead.

Introduction

Sparkey was a wonderful dog but much to my chagrin he came to me at the wrong time in my life. My life was falling apart. My husband had a full-blown psychotic breakdown and had left for parts unknown. Though we were still married II became officially a single parent of a three year old. Life was hard.

Losing Sparkey

The only good thing about my life at that time was that I was offered a low cost dwelling with the City of Montreal, and lord knows I needed it. I could not afford paying for babysitting and paying my rent all at the same time with the meager salary that I was making. Of course when I had the opportunity to move I jumped on it but then that meant I had to find a home for Sparkey.

The city as we simply called it forbade animals in their dwellings. You may remember from a previous story For Love Of Poodles: Tammy Twinkles (see my book Picking up the Pieces or archives of Storytime Tapestry Newsletter) and here on Wikinut that I had to find a home for my beloved Tammy - the miniature white poodle years before, when I was still single and living with my grandmother. At the time, she was offered a city house as well.

Fortunately my uncle Bobby again came to my rescue and he took Sparkey. It was a good placement; Sparkey knew him well and was happy to live there. I guess the dog was even relieved; he did not have a three year old chasing after his old bones.

The first years in the city house we were without animals and I just hated it. I personally do not feel that life is good without the love of animals.

Getting Cats instead

Though dogs were a major no no with the city as they barked and caused damage to the dwellings, my friend Coreen had convinced me to get a cat - two cats actually. At first I really did not want to have cats. I was afraid to lose my city house but Coreen was so persistent, and I could not look into the eyes of my then six year old and say no. Coreen had two tabby kittens to give me. She convinced me that cats were not like dogs and that the city would never know I had them especially if I did not allow them out to get into other people's trash or cause havoc in any way. I agreed to take them on the proviso that if the city ever found out and told us to get rid of the cats or get out my decision would be the former not the latter.

Fancy and Mercy were our tabby twins and Steven just loved them. However, Mercy died in front of my eyes after choking on a chicken bone that she had happened to find. She tore a hole in the trash bag to find it. It was a sad day for Steven to lose yet another beloved animal. But we compensated by letting Fancy have a litter of her own and thus we kept one kitten from that litter which we called Chi Chi. Chi Chi was truly double energy (chi is the Chinese word for energy) and Steven had years and years of pleasure with his two cats.

Alas, the day came that the inspectors from the city came to our house to do an inspection, which they periodically did with all tenants and they spied the cats. We got the dreaded letter in the mail to get rid of the cats or get out and the rest as they say is history. Steven didn't say much and that even worried me more. I knew how much he loved his cats.

I thought that Steven didn't say much because he was hurting too much and though that may have been the case, it was not the only reason. Apparently Steven had decided that he was still going to have cats one way or another. He just had to abide his time.

My Tao

Some time later, the city had relaxed its rules on having animals. Every time they took a case to the rental board regarding evicting tenants because they refused to get rid of their animals they lost. At that point Steven made his move. He brought home the skinniest and most timid tortoise cat that you would ever find. I could not break my son's heart. I let him keep Tao, who we named after the Chinese philosophy of the Tao. .
Tao lived with us until her death several years ago.

Steven became a devout cat lover and though I became one too, my first love will always be dogs and I missed them terribly. I missed my Laddie, from my childhood days, my Tammy, and Cindy from high school years, and I missed my loving little Sparkey.

All photos are from the public domain

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A Childs First Cat, First Cat Story, Kittens, Losing A Cat, Losing A Dog, Losing A Pet

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author avatar Carol Roach
Retired therapist and author of two books, freelance writer, newsletter editor, and blogger. I write, health, mental health, women's issues, animal , celebrity, history, and SEO articles.

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author avatar Shamarie
1st Mar 2015 (#)

Sorry about your lost, Carol! I enjoyed reading this post a lot! Nice pictures!!!

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author avatar Retired
1st Mar 2015 (#)

How sad! How sorry for you!

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