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roadrunnertwice) wrote2017-04-14 08:09 am
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.
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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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...
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I'm pretty sure having friends is worth the cost of losing friends. But jesus, I'm never ready for that bill to show up. I still just look up every once in a while and feel crushed.
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I hope things are going well for you guys otherwise.