Another One to Rainbow Bridge...

To: 2008

Re: My previous blog entry

To Whom It May Concern,

When I rashly issued the declaration "Okay, 2008, let's see what ya got," I was not, in fact, challenging you to bring on your worst. I did not, for instance, intend for you to give one of my cats a mysterious, rapidly-growing lump on his neck. Nor did I intend to have to sit in the break room at work and hear some Very Bad news from the vet. I certainly did not intend to have to sit all weekend watching my cat purr and play and eat and sleep while my stomach clenched and my chest ached waiting for a biopsy result which I hoped against hope against hope would tell me something I didn't already know.

I dreamed of rainbows this weekend. Bright, beautiful rainbows in the sky. I hoped it was a good sign, a message that everything would be alright and I would get good news and Arty would get a few more years to purr and play and eat and sleep.

But, no, 2008, it was just you playing with me again. Because I just got off the phone with the vet and there are no miracles this year, there is no reprieve, and that ugly, evil, horrible lump on your neck, Arty, really is strangling you, killing you, and now I'm sitting here watching you sleep and I know I'll have to wake you up and take you to the vet so you can sleep forever beyond Rainbow Bridge and I can't even do that right, I can't even take you down there while you're asleep because I don't even have the car to do it. Mom has my car, and I don't know where she is and when she'll be back and in the meantime I'm crying and sitting and watching and hoping you don't wake up, hoping you don't want a purr or a belly rub because I don't think I could take it.

So, 2008, I demand to speak to your manager. I demand a refund or a replacement. Because this is not the new year I ordered.

Thank you for your time.

- BrightDreamer