ziggybond_007
Team Laura
Ziggy came into my life on January 21, 2000 and left me with his memories on February 8, 2010.
It's still hard not to cry, because I feel so guilty that I had to leave him at home with my parents the first three years of college. I was going to keep him with me this year, but my dad freaked out about "illegal" pets and me getting evicted from the apartment. He became depressed after I left home, and was always so happy to see me when I came home. I used to tell him that he only loved me because I let him sleep in my bed, but I know it wasn't true. My mom took excellent care of him, but he got an infection that eventually caused his kidneys to fail. After all of the wonderful years we spent together, the kindest thing I could do for him was let him go.
I go back over the memories we had together, thinking about all the goofy things he did. I bought an A&M collar for one of my mom's dogs, and when I went home, he was on top of his cage in my room. I put the collar on him, and boy did he look so proud. I went and sat in the living room and heard him climb down. He came and jumped on the arm of the couch so I would see him and his pretty collar, and demanded my attention. Or when I would spend the night a friend's house and not tell him, he'd make sure I knew he was upset with me by promptly pooping on my pillow when I got home the next day.
He touched the lives of many, many people. He was the star of Critter Camp every year, the children and their parents loved him.
I can't tell you all how much he meant to me, though I'm sure you are as attached to your own critter.
We had him cremated, and my mom surprised me with a green leaf urn pendant, so now he's with me where ever I happen to go.
Thank you, Ziggy. Thank you for everything. You had a personality that was larger than life. I love you more than you can fathom, and I'll find you at the Rainbow Bridge when the time comes.
It's still hard not to cry, because I feel so guilty that I had to leave him at home with my parents the first three years of college. I was going to keep him with me this year, but my dad freaked out about "illegal" pets and me getting evicted from the apartment. He became depressed after I left home, and was always so happy to see me when I came home. I used to tell him that he only loved me because I let him sleep in my bed, but I know it wasn't true. My mom took excellent care of him, but he got an infection that eventually caused his kidneys to fail. After all of the wonderful years we spent together, the kindest thing I could do for him was let him go.
I go back over the memories we had together, thinking about all the goofy things he did. I bought an A&M collar for one of my mom's dogs, and when I went home, he was on top of his cage in my room. I put the collar on him, and boy did he look so proud. I went and sat in the living room and heard him climb down. He came and jumped on the arm of the couch so I would see him and his pretty collar, and demanded my attention. Or when I would spend the night a friend's house and not tell him, he'd make sure I knew he was upset with me by promptly pooping on my pillow when I got home the next day.
He touched the lives of many, many people. He was the star of Critter Camp every year, the children and their parents loved him.
I can't tell you all how much he meant to me, though I'm sure you are as attached to your own critter.
We had him cremated, and my mom surprised me with a green leaf urn pendant, so now he's with me where ever I happen to go.
Thank you, Ziggy. Thank you for everything. You had a personality that was larger than life. I love you more than you can fathom, and I'll find you at the Rainbow Bridge when the time comes.
