On Thanksgiving day — 2014, we watched our Denver move on; he had been struggling with tumors in his mouth, making it difficult for him to eat or drink. He would cry to us, as we did everything we could to address the matter. His medication seemed to improve his condition, but that was short-lived. Recently, Denver’s partner in crime passed away. It was a tough decision putting Sam to sleep — but one that needed to be done. I am not an emotional person, but I just sat there and cried as he went to sleep. The vet was wonderful — as she watched us struggle. Both are buried beside each other on Brooks campus down by the lake. We made this to honor them, and to give us a chance to just talk about how two cats could define us.
A year after Denver, I struggled to control my emotions. Now that Sam is gone, the pain continues. Denver and Sam were with us since 1999. I was still in graduate school at the time. My life — our lives in many ways, revolved around them. Some see pets as nothing but pets. However, for us they defined many moments in our life. I question how our Abbey will do as the days move forward. There is a clear missing piece in the Carsons’ household. We are left with a beautiful dog; I will keep loving on her and making my life about her. This is what pet owners do who make their four-legged kids about more than being a pet.