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Nick Eff ([personal profile] roadrunnertwice) wrote2017-04-14 08:09 am
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Vale Frankie Meowface

Our cat Frankie died this week.

There's a whole lot of strays in the neighborhood, and I kind of stalk and post pictures of them constantly, so local friends who follow my Instagram often ask how "your cats" are doing. I always reflexively say "They're not our cats!"

Except for Frankie. Frankie WAS our cat, the one who wholeheartedly loved us back and who forcibly moved in with us. (We're renters and aren't really supposed to have a cat, but she was impossible to keep out. She'd come in through the skylights, for god's sake. She just decided that we were her humans now, and that was the end of the discussion.)

I miss her so fucking much already. Every 20 minutes or so I'll do something that would have gotten a reaction from her, and I'll look up and she doesn't appear. Mornings have gotten particularly hard, because she'd reliably come wake us (well, me) to demand food (even if she wasn't hungry, the rule was that Humans Must Get Up in the Morning), then go back to sleep on Ruth for a while before it was time to get up for real.

We only knew her for a little less than three years. We treasured her, and I think we were able to give her a pretty good life. I think I have no regrets. I think.

I miss her.
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[personal profile] opoponax 2017-05-04 03:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey Nick... just now saw this post (I just logged in on DW for the first time in ages), and I'm so sorry to hear about Frankie. She sounded like a wonderful cat. I'm glad she was so treaured by the two of you.

We had to have one of our nearly 16-year-old cats, Lucien, put to sleep just a few days ago. It was the worst thing I've ever experienced. We weren't expecting his condition go downhill so quickly; we tried just about everything we could. But nothing was helping, and his quality of life was gone. I guess it's just one of those things that's always going to feel too sudden.

I keep looking for him, too. Expecting him to see him in the corner of my eye, curled up on his favorite blanket, trying to eat random things he shouldn't be...
Edited (typos ahoy) 2017-05-04 15:43 (UTC)
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[personal profile] opoponax 2017-05-08 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you. It was an awful shock to us all, and I miss the little guy so much it actually physically hurts sometimes. It's amazing how thoroughly animals can get into your heart and tear it up when they leave, isn't it? "Crushing" is a good word for it. They're worth it to me, but that feeling of being hit by a freight train is never welcome. You know it's inevitable, but...

I hope things are going well for you guys otherwise.