Sunday

Just When You Think The Pain is Going Away….

December 28Th will go down as the worst day of my life, far worse than testing HIV positive, far more painful than being picked on, kicked out of my home, and ostracized by my church for my so called "choice" to be gay.  Crying sneaks up on you and when you realize all the love,attention, friendship, support, and all that is unconditional this beautiful 2 week old black capped Capuchin we named Rolex was a custodial blessing from my beloved Jesus himself.  Just a half year shy of his 13 birthday God called him home and my faith is the ONLY thing which gets me thru this.  I can only compare this pain to the loss of your mate or child. If you find my grief misplaced and refer to Rolex as a "PET" I would have to break my Christian tradition and choose NOT to ever correspond with you ever again.  Debating Gays going to hell is fun for me but this monkey after all is 98 percent closest DNA/Genes as us humans.  He was there just like E.T. was there for Elliot and vice versa.  Rolex fought the last two years with an auto immune disease not really verified but similar to Lupus.  Then he had allergic reaction 4 years ago to the damn rabies shot they don't need but only if it just about kills them first.  His left leg was never the same.  Type two diabetes since a baby I could go on but like myself living with AIDS he took care of David and I as we did him and our home is an empty shell, a silent quiet, a realization one will have to eventually face and after this dreadful first two weeks since he passed in my mates arms around this time two weeks ago he was at home and knew he was surrounded with love.  I said my goodbyes two weeks ago for I raised him and I knew Rolex was tired and in some ways held on for us and never once would I keep him alive for selfish reasons but 4 days prior he and I in the moonlight coming thru our bedroom laying and looking outside into the dark night was our night.  I admit I tend to go the high dramatic route but with tears running down my face looked him in the eyes and like we have seen in movies told him if you need to go, I understand and I will be okay, but if you want to fight I will fight with you.  He cooed and like any other time licked my salty tears but once again life imitating art in this case my favorite movie E.T. was he speaking to me through his powerful eyes always in deep thought could hear in my head "COME" and me to him without speaking "Stay" and then kissed his now scabby red and swollen toes trying now not to loose it completely whimpered "OUCH".  It was my moment so precious loving, sad, dramatic, knowing it was a matter of time, who knew just 3 days later.  He is still in our room since cremated unable to even look at his ashes for we are having a beautiful Glass Globe made by Pet Memories where they use some of his ash, mixed with two colors lit with halogen light from below looking so ethereal.  So I along with my partner David try to stay busy and have to watch our health too now.  I will end with we love all of our family be it mothers, fathers, grandparents, siblings, and friends.  My family all lives out of state and Rolex was like my partner a DAILY part of my EVERYDAY routine.  My beloved Nanny died earlier this last year also and since there are no monkey sitters I have never been able to travel or been out of the state since Rolex got to around 3 but 1999 was the day my life stood still.  I can't sleep in our bed, cut an apple, shower in my shower, and my partner God bless him use to moan about the mess Rolex could unleash upon this house since he WAS NOT CAGED Raised leaving peanut shells all over, and around New Years Eve we couldn't look at each other for fear of whaling and weeping but with tears coming down David's face he said to me "Dammit I would kill for just one peanut shell to pick up" we cried again hugged and take each day one day at a time.  Thank you for supporting and allowing me a chance to share this personal part of my heart with you.

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