Today was a hard day. Had to say goodbye to our cat. We didn’t choose her, she just showed up. She wasn’t really what someone might call friendly or affectionate, but she was mine. She worked her way into our heart and home. We never really called her anything but “Cat”, or “Kitty”.
She taught all of my hounds, even Tilda, how to respect a cat. The rescue organization wasn’t sure Tilda would be a good match for a home with a cat, but I told them my cat could train her and she did.
She had a very aggressive melanoma and there was nothing to be done but show her compassion and ease her pain and suffering.
She probably let me hold her longer today than in the entire time she’s been my cat. I’ve had an entire room devoted to the cat for a decade. We all think it’s weird that she’s gone.
It’s been a lot of loss lately, I’m bummed about my cat. I thought she’d probably live forever and this sudden turn of events was pretty shocking.
I’m going to miss her knocking everything off of every surface.
I’ll miss her worming her way behind my computer monitors every morning to sit RIGHT next to my mouse and give me the side eye to let me know the food bowl was empty.
I’ll miss her rustling up the hallway rug every night.
I’ll miss her taunting Tilda & Duke from under the chair.
I’ll miss her sitting on my lap in the evening.
Rest in peace, cat. June 2013 (Showed up, maybe 9 months old?) – 11.14.2022
