In Honor of Catrina

Catrina Catrina

 

 

 

My dad decided to surprise the family with a teeny black and white ball of fur on my mom's birthday in 1994. Patches, our pup with whom we had all grown up, had just passed away; Catrina was dainty, feminine, and incredibly girly, everything our dear Patches was not.

Because my dad was away on business much of the time, my mom spent many a night alone with Trina. She had always made fun of small dogs and mocked people who carried their dogs like babies. This all changed with Trina. For almost fifteen years, she and mom would sleep together, take walks together, and even share bananas. As Trina got older we noted that not only did the two girls share the same happy-go-lucky disposition, but their forgetfulness as well! We all adored Trina, but mom and she had bonded for life.

Although everyone in the family wanted our little girl to hop around forever, it was mom who saw day in and day out that Trina's arthritis was increasingly causing her pain and wondered if we were keeping her around more for us than for herself. On the same day my sister's first child was born, mom made one of the toughest decisions a person ever has to make. Though she had agonized over letting Trina go for months, when she came home from the hospital to see that Catrina had not only had an accident, but was unable to move out of the messiness, she knew what she needed to do. While we were all still reveling in the birth of Anabelle Grace, mom gathered the strength to take Trina to the same vet who had helped Patches escape his own pain 15 years prior; she wanted to be alone with her little girl when she said goodbye. Trina will have a place in all of our hearts forever.


FROM FRIEND TO FRIEND

You're giving me a special gift,
So sorrowfully endowed,
And through these last few cherished days,
Your courage makes me proud.

But really, love is knowing
When your best friend is in pain,
And understanding earthly acts
Will only be in vain.

So looking deep into your eyes,
Beyond, into your soul, I see in you the magic, that will
Once more make me whole.

The strength that you possess,
Is why I look to you today,
To do this thing that must be done,
For it's the only way.


That strength is why I've followed you,
And chose you as my friend,
And why I've loved you all these years...
My partner 'til the end.


Please, understand just what this gift,
You're giving, means to me,
It gives me back the strength I've lost,
And all my dignity.


You take a stand on my behalf,
For that is what friends do.
And know that what you do is right,
For I believe it too.


So one last time, I breathe your scent,
And through your hand I feel,
The courage that's within you,
To now grant me this appeal.


Cut the leash that holds me here,
Dear friend, and let me run,
Once more a strong and steady dog,
My pain and struggle done.


And don't despair my passing,
For I won't be far away,
Forever here, within your heart,
And memory I'll stay.


I'll be there watching over you,
Your ever faithful friend,
And in your memories I'll run,
...a young dog once again.


In Memory of Asta, Feb. 1997