My kitty is gone.

This morning I learned that my cat had to be let go Thursday night. It wasn’t a surprise. In the past year or two my robust kitty of 20+ lbs. had shrunk to just over 5 lbs, and was more or less living off of muscle mass for the past few months. My father brought the cat in to the vet Thursday night, and it turns out that his liver, kidneys, and pancreas were all going at the same time. His quality of life was not going to get better. He lived a long time; 18 years or so. He’s been with me most of my life, and it tears a hole in my heart to know he is gone. We got this cat shortly after moving to Italy, when everything was new and foreign. This was the cat that went with us through 6 addresses, 4 states, and two countries. He went camping with us on more than one occasion. This was also the first pet we owned that died while in our ownership; other pets that we’ve lost we were forced to give to shelters, so this is a new experience for me. This was the cat who used to curl up on my pillow at night right next to me and sleep on my bed all night. This was the cat who once got into the drier and was fluffed for a few spins. This was the cat that had the deepest voice I’ve ever heard from a cat, especially when we were giving him a bath. This was the cat that once chased a german shepherd around a tree, instead of the other way around. I probably tortured the cat accidentally once in a while, but I always loved him. Even at the very end he was an attention hound, and could be brought to an all-out purr in a matter of moments. My dad didn’t sleep Thursday night, and my mom kept imaging she was hearing or seeing him, he was that much a part of the family and house. They’ve gone to the campground for a few days, and brought our other cat with them, as she is confused and lost too. This was my cat… the one who slept in my room, who got moody when I left for college, who met me at the door when I came home from high school. We’ll have his ashes back in a few days and then he’ll be buried in the yard that he loved to look at, but always knew he wasn’t allowed to be in. Midnight, you’re allowed out there now. I love you, and I’ll miss you.


One Response to “My kitty is gone.”

  • Alon Says:

    I’m very sorry to hear about your loss. I’ve lost much-loved pets a couple of times, and know how hard it is. I know there’s nothing I can say or do to make it better, but I thought you might like to know that I empathize.

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