On the 15th of April, just when I thought I was finally finished with dying pets, my precious Socks passed away.
At 5 in the morning on that horrible, rainy, overcast day, I felt a sudden jolt out of sleep. I had a sudden urge to go check on the buns…maybe it was an owner’s instinct or something, but I felt like there was something wrong.
I ran through the rain to their covered hut, and instantly knew something was wrong. I opened the back door and peered in. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, Daisy dashed up and licked my face. Suddenly, my eyes caught something in the corner. Socks was splayed out, her back legs paralyzed, and she lifted her head slightly to look at me.
I cried out and gently lifted Socks out of the hutch. She had one last little jolt, then she was gone. I felt a mixture of tears and rain flowing down my cheeks. I was choking on my own sobs as Daisy peered curiously over my shoulder. I gently shut the door to keep Daisy from getting wet, then slogged through the mud to get back inside. When I carried Socks in, my mom gasped.
I’m sorry, Socks. I’m sorry I didn’t come earlier. You were fine before I went to bed…I still can’t believe you’re gone. You were my best friend when no one else was. You were my healing medicine for those few days after Cloud died…I can’t believe it. I sill feel like when I walk out, there will be the happy sister pair there has been for the past 8 or 9 months. Stupid hornets. Why did they have to target you, my sweet, innocent little baby?
We had lots of good times, me and you. We were happy when we were together, just the three of us.
I just lost the last piece of Blu that I ever had to hold on to. I lost you, Socks. And that broke me.
Goodbye, baby. 3