I thought this connected well to my brother’s post about “November Rain”. Guns and Roses are great, but this song is far better in my book now then the former. I did love Slash‘s guitar solo in the desert in the “November Rain” video though and the cinematic sequences were cool.
We have written on this blog before about the love we have for our pets and how much of this love comes from our father who seemed to have gotten along better with creatures of the four legged variety. We have always had pets and when our father passed away, I inherited both his cat and dog, Henry and Remy respectively. Last Sunday, Henry the cat disappeared and has not been seen or heard from since. Using his past behavior as a clue, my gut feeling is that he has gone on to the great big litter box in the sky by way of a coyote, fisher cat or some other critter. He’s not one to wander off for days at a time and I just get the feeling he’s not coming back.
Who knows, animals do weird shit and wander off on their own little spirit journeys sometimes. My instinct is that he’s not coming back and I seem to possess a solid feeling on this stuff. I just hate waiting around and I need to try and just breathe because worrying about it isn’t going to change anything anyway. Waiting is truly the hardest part.
I can do nothing at this point but hope for the best. Henry the Cat was a great friend, one who slept in my bed every night and made special pains to get attention when he decided he wanted it. He wasn’t slutty like a lot of cats. You had to work to pet this dude and he let only a select few people associate with him. Being in a band, we have a lot of traffic through the house and if it wasn’t for the litter boxes, you would probably never know we had a cat which is something a few people have brought up. Mentally, I’ve already accepted his fate and am trying to deal. Death is never easy, whether it’s your cat or your parent. Best you can do is remember the good stuff and try to not let it depress the hell out of you.
I used this before but I really like it. It’s a weird tune that I love, just as Henry was a weird cat that I loved.
To make matters worse in the pet department, my seven year old golden retriever, Remy, got into the trash and ate a an entire cooked turkey bone. This is not good as a general rule, something I guess I never knew or could at least recall when I needed to the most. The biggest concern here is that he chokes on it, which he didn’t, so that is a plus. The next big concern is a splinter or bone fragment getting lodged somewhere in his digestive system and possible lacerating something or blocking up the works. I feel terrible for not getting rid of the bone which I got from a party my band played where they had a big turkey fry/pig roast. Rem dog has a tendency to get into the trash so I should beon top of these things.
This song was huge when I was in high school and when my friend who lets my dog out while I’m teaching told me he just saw Remy poop with no signs of bones or discomfort, this tune popped into my head. I think he ate on the bone so much that it literally disintegrated, but I will keep watching him for a few days in the event of anything weird happening. As for the song, its no Wu Tang and certainly no Biggy or Pac, but it is catchy in an adolescent male type of way.
I sure hope Remy crushed this bone and it will work through his system without any real issues. Im obviously super tender to pet health because of Henry’s disappearing act but I’ve spent enough time worrying about it and am now just trying to deal with it the best that I can. The lead guitar player in my band gave me a bottle of Maker’s Mark bourbon before the pig roast we played n Saturday and said “I’m so sorry about your cat man”. It was really nice, not because of the free booze, but because he wanted to somehow show his real care for my grief. That’s solid man, I don’t care who you ask.
I love this band and this song. My lead guitar player has been working with me on singing lead on this tune and I’ve done it a few times and look to do it more.
Some people do not take the loss of the pet seriously. Those people are uncaring bastards. Seriously though, I know it’s stupid to grieve a cat on same level when there are people being shot for no reason and the plethora of other evils in the world. But that cat was my friend, just as he was my Dad’s friend, and I won’t forget Henry ever, It’s obvious that my love for the animals is wrapped up with my continued mourning of my father. I will always associate animal love with my father because it was something he modeled for his me my entire life. You truly can judge someone by their treatment of children and small animals, something so important for anyone to accept.
Remy seems to be his same old self, running around like an idiot and pooping free of bone shards. Maybe someday soon I’ll get a little kitten, but we shall not soon forget that you shouldn’t feed dogs turkey bones and the legacy of Sir Henry the Cat. I hope cat heaven has plenty of gardens for you to poop into and I hope you can quickly find Dad because he will be waiting for you.
Dad loved this song. Henry hated loud music. I hope they find some middle ground. I started listening to this song with tears in my eyes and finished smiling. Rock on guys, wherever you are.