We lost my sweet kitty Tuesday night. I am still a bit of a wreck, but I have always said that I know he can’t live forever and I wished that when it was his time, it would be quick and he would not suffer. All things considered, he went as gracefully and peacefully as one could hope for, and I am endlessly thankful for that deep benevolence in the universe.
Everyone who met him said he was extraordinarily sweet and gentle. He had a truly beautiful temperament, welcoming guests by jumping into their laps or sitting next to them purring. He sought people out, double-meowing at them or reaching out to pat them with his soft little paws. He made people and other animals feel special with his warmth and genuine affection.
Since my junior year of college, he’s been my constant companion and beloved little shadow. I can’t count the times he sat beside me or in my lap while I wrote papers, worked in my studio, or just curled up to watch movies or read. My buddy was there for me through so much, and for nearly 12 years I’ve gone to sleep holding him and kissing his little head. I know that I am endlessly lucky for having so much time together (especially considering they thought he was 8 when I adopted him), and I am deeply grateful to have so many beautiful memories.
I loved him with all my heart, and I miss him terribly, but I’m comforted knowing he had such a long, happy life. His last day on earth was one of the prettiest autumn days I’ve seen, and we spent almost all of it together. Saying goodbye was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, but I am relieved that he got the gentle, natural exit from this world that he deserved.
Rest in peace, baby. I love you.