But even still, isn’t it worth it. These friends leave behind memories which remain in our hearts as favorite stories of a time that once was. This is a part of Avi’s story.
It all began with a sock left undiscovered underneath our couch after a visit from my nephew in 2012. Our four-pound ball of fire arrived a few months later in February of the following year. A little white six-toed kitten with one yellow eye and one blue eye, we knew fairly quickly that her name would be Avalanche. Avi took to hunting immediately. She often practiced with pieces of cat food she dropped off the window sill, and on Redmond, our regular-toed dog with two brown eyes.
Eventually, the lure of the dark space underneath the couch won out as she overcame her fright of the noises made by the reclining ends. She ventured in one morning and seemed overjoyed by the new world she had discovered. Dust bunnies scampered along each time she breathed! Cheerios and popcorn ripe for the picking! That missing bone the regular-toed dog had been lamenting. Perhaps she could use it as a gesture of friendship.
And then she saw it. Skinny, white, and soft looking, not unlike herself, it appeared lonely, as though it had lost its best friend. She crept along, never taking her eyes off it. And she crept. And she crept. At long last, with a subtle wiggle of her haunches, she pounced. She had it trapped! But it put up quite a fight, rolling and spinning, round and round, she couldn’t tell where she began and it ended. Finally, exhausted, she sauntered smugly across the living room to the regular-toed dog’s bed, where she collapsed with pride on top of her kill. The moral of the story, as I later shared with my nephew: seven-year old boys need beware of what can happen to lonely socks left behind to fend for themselves.
Sadly, we lost Avi to unknown causes in November of 2013. Her heart simply stopped beating. But for the brief time that she graced our lives, Avi brought pure joy to our humble household. And, I suspect, even to our regular-toed dog.