Sunday, September 12, 2010

My Friend Pink

I was doing good on the blog. Everything was going fine. I was spewing my vegan agenda to the masses every Monday, all the while posting personal material and doing the "Wordless Wednesday" thing every week.
And then something horrible happened.
My friend Pink got sick and died.
I knew that the next entry on my blog needed to be a tribute to him but it was (and still is) very hard to talk about. So I put it off and put if off until now, which as I write this, I am still hesitant because he really was one of my very best friends.
I don't think I could put into words all that he meant to me. But I will give it a try
Pink was unlike any other pet I have ever owned.
He had little strange traits that provided Jennifer and I with at least one laugh every day. That's pretty impressive. If someone can make you laugh once a day without the ability to speak, I think that's doing pretty good. Over the past ten years or so, he was my constant companion, always there when I got home, wanting to be fed, then, after that, taunting his new friend Stuart for a while before finally taking his hours long nap. I miss him very much and I will never forget him. I really want to write more because he deserves a better tribute, but I can't because it really is too hard. So I would only ask that those of you who knew Mr. Pink, take a moment to remember the funny things he did and remember him for the wonderful cat that he was.


Jen said...

I'm tearing up as I write this. To lose a pet is one of the hardest things in life, I truly believe. You nailed it when you said "If someone can make you laugh once a day without the ability to speak, I think that's doing pretty good." Soooooo true! I'm going to hug my pound purries a little harder today!

Anonymous said...

Glad you got the courage up to finally post about Senor Pink. He was definitely a great cat and friend! He will be missed, although I am sure that Norma Jean is jumping and playing around with him in kitty heaven as we speak. (yeah, I know the thought of NJ jumpin around is a stretch, but it is kitty heaven)


Lisa said...

I'm so sorry Phil! Even though Pink hated me for some reason, he was very sweet the last time I saw him and I was able to get a glimpse of the great friend you had.

Philip Deskins said...

Thanks for the kind words, girls.

Ames said...

I'm so sorry about Meester Penk. That's what I remember the best... getting to say that out loud. Also, when you used to squeeze him like a bagpipe and he sounded just like that. I know how hard it is to lose a pet... It's never easy. Let me know if there's anything I can do...
Love you,

Anonymous said...

Clay...Cabinet Boy...relaxin' with sign language...squeeze meow...fruit bat Pink...Randy? This paw ready to throw about 2000 yards next fall?


Philip Deskins said...

Thanks guys. "Hi, my name is Clay. I'm deaf" I cant believe you left out "Destructo" LOL

Ms. Thomas said...

Squeeze. Meow. Hands down my favorite think about Mr. Pink.

Phil, he was hilarious because you were so good at finding his "quirks" endearing. Thanks for sharing them and him with us.

RIP Pink. :(