Birthday Boy

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My Baby Boy

I am pleased to say that Clyde’s birthday yesterday was also (mostly) uneventful. The same day my little guy turned 6 years old, I came home to find a mostly intact but decidedly ex baby bird on the carpet.

As I disposed sobbily of the sad little unfledged body (to be fair, he likely fell from the nest and Clyde just delivered him to the house) in the woods, it occurred to me that the body count has dropped severely since Roscoe disappeared. It’s been months since I came home to a deconstructed bird or a former squirrel, or was woken up by a midnight mouse chase.

I would happily clean up bodies with the regularity of a Manhattan morgue worker if it meant I got Roscoe back. Clyde’s birthday will always be bittersweet since Roscoe is no longer here to share it with him.

Six months after losing the Mysterious Mr. Roscoe, I still miss his stealthy but remarkable presence in my life. Slinking through the house, always taking the route under the stairs. Sleeping on my pillow. The unique and delicious scent of his rough, yet soft fur: cold woods, a touch of pine resin, fresh air and warm Roscoe. How he had a white heart pattern on his chest and loved to stretch out extravagantly and have his narrow little belly rubbed, the only undignified thing he ever did.

It does make me realize though that Roscoe had a wilder nature than Clyde. He spent a lot of time in the woods and his love of hunting probably led to his loss, but perhaps he died the way he lived, much like our beloved Schatzi when she decided to leave us.

As for the birthday boy, he too has been changed by the loss of his brother. He spends more time at home and needs more cuddling than ever. He can often be found sitting on my desk, staring off into the woods, even when the doors are wide open and he could go into the woods himself. I believe he saw what happened to Roscoe or somehow knows. At a minimum, he misses the twin he shared the first five years of his life with.

I am thankful that Clyde is staying closer to home, and thankful for his sweetness to balance Audrey’s spiciness. He will always be my baby boy.

A YEAR AGO: I was limpy.

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4 thoughts on “Birthday Boy

  1. I share your grief about Roscoe as I have lost a very dear friend of mine, my little boy dog after spending over seventeen years together. It is however part of life that we are all born and one day we will be gone but still exist in the afterlife. People or animal, once you fall in love with them, it is always hard not to see their magic around after they leave but I have so fortunate to believe and know that their souls remain around us, yes even animals.

  2. gah, losing cats is so awful! with two 14 year old boys, I smother them excessively because I worry they might check out anytime. Glad to hear Clyde is staying close to home and providing you with snuggles, wishing you at least 10 more years of Clyde companionship. 🙂

  3. Continue to enjoy Clyde’s love – he is such a handsome lad. It is so hard to lose our pet companions . I feel for Guy too….so sorry for his recent loss.

  4. I know all three of you have had losses of beloved companions recently and know how I feel. Thank you for your kind words. And let’s love and pet the ones we have as long as we have them. And enjoy every minute together.

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