a death in the family
when you see that, what do you think of?
automatically, your mind will probably jump to mother, father, sister, brother.
but why not dog, cat?
my cat passed away two weeks ago. she was my family. she was my baby. she was there when i got home and she cuddled next to me while i slept. i miss her terribly and i am not sure what i ever did without her.
the governing principle of mourning seems to be that when you can talk it about, you are finally able to understand it. so, i suppose the best thing i can do for myself is say how i feel about it and just talk about it.
i adopted my cat, dot, last august. she showed up at my ex-boyfriend’s house and didn’t seem to want to leave. from the beginning, she would rather have had affection than food. dot would ignore the food we gave her and simply rub on our hands and legs. i couldn’t resist her. she was skinny and dirty and undeniably adorable. i got her the shots and medicine she needed and moved her down to akron. all the love and extra food she was given got a little weight on her. she greeted me at the door when i got home. as soon as i got into bed, dot would hop right up into her place: in the crook of my arm. she slept there all night.
3 weeks ago dot got sick. she started losing weight and wasn’t acting like herself. i switched her food, babied her and thought she was fine. i was gone for a day. lindsay got home to a sick cat. she rushed her to the emergency hospital. i got back as quickly as i could. the doctors told me she was in kidney failure.
she spent 2 days there and then got taken to a regular vet. he checked her teeth and eyes and told me was about 10 years old. there was no way we could save her kidneys. dot got some more iv fluids and came home with me for a few days. slept in my arm, sat next to me watching tv.
true to form, dot purred at her last appointment.
why is it that people show no respect to me when i say this? my cat died. a family member died. my baby died and i couldn’t help her. pets are our family members.
i slept for the first time alone in my apartment last night. i have been avoiding this for weeks. sleeping at seth’s, retreating to lakewood. and i was so upset that i bundled up blankets and stuffed them in the crook of my arm.
i miss dot terribly.