I have no idea where this post is going because I am very upset and sad.
Last week I had to let one of my dear cats go. She was ill and nothing we (the vet and I) did brought any relief. She was 15 years old, save a month.
This is (was… 🙁 ) Grimalkin. Grim for friends. She and her brother Obsidian (Obsi) moved in little over 7 years ago after I rescued them from a shelter. (Please, if you want to get a pet cat or dog, visit a shelter first. Lots of loving furry friends are waiting for their golden home.)
Sorry… had to wipe my eyes dry…
The great thing about pets is that they don’t give a damn about if or how you’re dressed. As long as you’re there for them and they’re comfortable, they’re happy. Which works when you want to be there and nude and happy too.
Grim loved lying next to me while I was writing. She was also very good in making sure I wouldn’t sit for too long as she would simply walk over the keyboard and somehow make me put the computer to the side. Not a small feat for a tiny cat; she weighed around 3.5 kilos (I think that’s 7lbs), but she managed it.
I hate the fact that she is no longer here, but letting her go was the only option left. We should not let any living being suffer if the outlook is dark or painful.
I’m going to miss that little cat for a long, long time. Miss feeling that paw against my leg and scratching her behind the ears, hearing her purr like crazy.