My thoughts

Our Little Glass

As humans, we have a strong connection to our pets. We become emotionally attached and make them a part of the family. They become our companions, our best friends, our children. We spend thousands of dollars to spoil them, nurture them, and care for them.

This story is about our little Glass. Our champion full of curiosity and gusto, balls of steel and no fear. Yet as loving and kind as they come. Always there to give cuddles, help cook a meal, or just say “Hello” to anyone who he came in contact with.


Glass came into the world breach. My son had to help the poor little guy out of the birth canal. He was a middle kitty, not the first and not the runt. But definitely the smallest of the litter of 4 and a will to fight for life.


He had the biggest, roundest blue eyes I have ever seen on a kitten and used them to scope out the world around him.


Every morning when I would wake up he would greet me on my way to the bathroom and spend some quality cuddle time with me as I prepared for my day. Every evening when I would be in the kitchen preparing dinner for the family, he would sit on the hot water tank and peer through the opening in the wall over the stove. He watched my every move as if helping me to prepare the meal. Every once in a while he would try stepping down onto the stove to get a closer look at what was brewing. I would gently pick him up and set him back on top of the water heater and tell him “NO.” It was a little game to him which I came to enjoy and even laugh at.


Bear our 9-year-old Maine Coon (the big kitty in the above photo with Glass), took an instant interest in Glass. Acting as Glass’s mentor to teach him everything he needed to know about being a cat.Ā  The two became fast friends and inseparable. Glass followed Bear around like a lost puppy. Mimicking his every move. Glass even looked like a miniature version of Bear.Ā Believe it or not, the two are unrelated though the similarities are huge.


Ā Last night, Glass’s curiosity and natural gusto got the better of him. With those balls of steal I mentioned earlier, Glass decided to jump over an 8-foot tall privacy fence to say “Hello” to the Great Dane neighbor dogs. We were all inside and had no clue what was going on. As we heard our neighbor yelling, we ran outside to see what the commotion was about.

The neighbor had already had her dogs off Glass and was in the process of herding them into her house. When my son got to poor Glass, he was still holding on and breathing. The emergency vet was over a half hour away. So we rushed him straight to the car and on to the vet, calling ahead on the way to let them know we were coming. The poor little guy fought all the way there. We had the forethought to grab a stethoscope to continue checking his heartbeat. Unfortunately, there was nothing the vet could do and Glass gave up his fight.

I do not blame the neighbor or her dogs. She is a good neighbor, her dogs are good dogs. This was the natural order of life. Situations like this happen and there is nothing anyone can do to change them. Animals have natural instincts and no matter how much we as humans try to curb these natural tendencies, it is not possible.

We will have a hard time for a while and nothing will fill the void of our beloved Glass being gone from our lives. However, as I stand in the kitchen, in front of the stove and look into the empty place on top of the water heater where Glass used to sit, the thought going through my mind is that it is important for us to let our neighbor know we hold no animosity towards her or her dogs. That we will all be okay in time. That forgiveness is not needed as no one did anything wrong to forgive.

We will always remember you Glass!

Your Loving Family



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