My eyes are a mess, my heart hurts, and I am struggling to do pretty much anything today. Last night we had to make the heartbreaking decision to say goodbye to one of the sweetest gentlest cats that I have ever known, PatchyCat.
He may have only moved in just over a year ago, but the loss is unbelievable. He was very much a family cat. He wanted nothing more than to be with his people and enjoy a nice dish of gravy-ish cat food each day. The second that one of my girls sat on the floor or in one of their saucer chairs, immediately, he was beside them, even though he may have been “sawing logs” by the heater just seconds before. He just knew. They were besties.
And I texted my BF this morning that it’s the little things that hurt the worst…like the clinking when you’re stirring your coffee, and you turn around carefully to not trip on him because he would think that was you preparing his dish of food, but he’s not there.
Or seeing the confusion in your other cat, as he gingerly walks around, searching for his friend. And that visible almost sigh when he gives up and goes to curl up in the cat-tree they shared.
And my mind constantly goes to how devastating it will be when my girls come home from their dads tomorrow, and I need to break the news. No, they don’t even know yet, it was that sudden. They knew that he was going to vet, as we had concerns about his growing belly, but the x-ray found him full of cancer. Only 13 years old, he was still eating and drinking and snuggling up with us every chance he got..he was hiding incredibly well just how sick he was.
And now because I am crying yet again, I’m going to just stop.
RIP dear sweet PatchyCat, there will never be another as amazing as you!