i have come to the sudden realization that my dear cat, is getting to be old. about the same age my first cat was when he died. it seriously makes me cry thinking about it. i know i'm going to sound stupid saying this, but that cat has made one of the bigger impacts on my life. i seriously could be holding back tears, and he just knows to walk up and purr til i pet him and start to calm down. i could be pissed beyond belief, and he knows if he should let it run its course, or if he should distract me.
i love that cat.
i really do wonder how i'll be without him...
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
when i was in fifth grade, i had a cat named stormy. i got him when a friend of mine found him and his brothers and sisters in a boat somewhere without their mother. he wasn't, technically, old enough to be away from her yet. he didn't even have all his fur...he could sit in my palm. for the longest time, he'd come into my room at night and meow at the side of my bed because he was too small to jump. i had such a strong connection with that cat; i don't know what it was. i hadn't had him for more than a few months before he got hit buy a car. i found him on my way to school. it still gets me when i think about it.
ReplyDeletereally loving your cat isn't weird =]