I lost one of my favorite people last night… she was “just” a cat, but she had been my nearly constant companion and a very big personality in my family for the last nine years.
I hurts so much to not have her around, and it hurts even more to have watched her go through this sudden, obviously overpowering loss of strength, and painful event.
I’m playing tonight for a dance… it will be both helpful and painful, as several of the folks involved knew her and how special she was. I know they will ask why I look like I’ve been crying… I’ve given up on pretending there is a way not to do so…
I will miss having to reach around her to get to the keyboard, having her choose the middle of whatever I’m studiously reading as her nap or bath spot, having her chase the oldest child to bed, and back, and to bed again to the shrieks of laughter it always brought, … I will miss the sudden pain of having her land on my back, not knowing that the thickness of one T-shirt is not as welcoming as the padding of a sweater or sweatshirt… I will miss finding her hairball strategically placed to greet my feet in the morning… her tiny meow when she thinks she’s been left… her insistance that someone get up and feed her… her musical ‘thump, thump, thump, thump’ going up the scale when she went up the stairs, and the corresponding down scale when she came back to the lower floor… I’ll miss how she used to come over and tap me when I played the whistle, never sure if that was a ‘good job’, or a ‘will you stop now?’ … and her sweet, round eyed round face with its pale shades of grey cream and pink… She was always tiney in body and huge in spirit.
We will miss her greatly.