It has been three years that my cute adorable fluffy Pomeranian Prada passed away. I’ll never forget the day I had to experience my greatest fear. Prada meant the world to be, we were inspirable, as lame as it sounds she was my baby. The day she past I felt as if my life was shattered, little did I know it was about the get worse. The phone call, my reaction, it was as if I was dreaming.
It was May 23, 2014, I was at work like any other day, dealing with annoying clients and of course morning sickness, yes I was three months pregnant. I was in the back room texting like usual when my brother sent me a text saying that Prada was out for a walk with my mother, WITHOUT a leash. He then went on to telling me she saw a rabbit so went off to chase it, resulting in getting hit by a car. I was so furious because my mom never listen to my rules, even now with my child, honestly I still have a fear when she takes my son out for a walk to this day. I demanded he go make sure she was ok and take her to the hospital and continued to ask what happened, but no response. I then got a text about half hour later that she had passed. I went crashing to the floor screaming. I immediately went home, my brother had to be lying I thought, there must be something I can do, I just had to get home. I burst through the door calling her name almost running right over her. She was gone.
Later that evening my boyfriend came rushing home, he was the one who had given me the dog 4 years prior. He had been away for school for a week. When he arrived, he told me we would take her body to The Winnipeg Humane Society and we would cremate her. The next day we arrived at the WHS, I of course broke down crying again. After we made the cremation arrangements he suggested we go look at the puppies, I yelled at him for being so insensitive, I could not look at another dog, that would make me feel worse. He then suggested we go see the kitties, I said “fine, only to look”.
As we were playing and looking at the kitties, one caught our attention. A fluffy little grey wild child. After playing with him for a few minutes he told me we should adopt it. I remember thinking, “our dog just died and you want to replace her with a cat….are you crazy! He begged we get him that it would make me feel better, especially since he was going to be leaving again the next day. We agreed to put the cat on hold for 24HRS, but I did not promise I would come back.
My boyfriend was great at persuading me, and truly believed the kitty would make me much happier, he even offered to cover all the costs. The following day I woke up still sad and decided to go see the kitty once more. I was never a cat person, but there was something about this cat that persuaded me to think differently. I mean Prada used to get along with cats more than dogs, and this cat didn’t act like the usually stereotypical lazy grumpy cat. Maybe it was the sadness, or pregnancy brain but after thought and nagging from my boyfriend, I decided to adopt the cat.
Fast forward three years later, Berlioz is still the same fluffy goof and surprisingly best friends with my mom’s dog. Sure, maybe he’s just a tad lazy, but I mean so am I. My sadness over the loss of Prada faded (have a shrine of her in my room), and my three-year-old son Blu adores the cat.
Yes, I realize after reading this you may think I’m easily persuaded, but really who isn’t when it comes to cute fluffy things like animals!
As bittersweet as adopting my cat was, I don’t regret it. I can proudly say I am officially a cat lover.