I miss my Snowball. He passed away two years ago from kidney failure. I still have with me his mom Easter and siblings Dude and Ladybug.
A few nights ago I dreamt he came back. Not like in Pet Sematary, something evil that only resembles my baby boy. This was really him. But like Judd Crandall (played by John Lithgow) said, "They don't come back the same."
His body was distorted with strange lumps all over and with ice-blue skin underneath. He kept trying to eat nails and other metal objects. But he still loved me, was happy to play with me. Aside from the creepy strangeness this really was my Snowball. Or as I often called him, Thnow-BEE!
But he was with us for only a few days before kidney failure takes him again so I was devoting the time left to making all four cats as happy as I could, play and love together with Thnowie...
If you could get a loved one back, imperfectly resurrected for just a few more days, you would wouldn't you? I would too if I had assurance that such bizarre defects wouldn't cause intolerable suffering. Or damage the brain, causing such a change in personality that it wouldn't be my loved one. I believe I can look past whatever grotesqueries may manifest.
That was so intense.
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