Monday, July 30, 2012
She was there waiting for me when I came home. She was always so happy to see me. She was feisty, but so loving to me always.
She jumped across the room the first time she felt Sylvia kick in my stomach, but it was her favorite place to be when I was pregnant. She was so good to the girls. She loved them as much as she loved me.
She was a playful kitten, and a faithful friend. After 21 years, I kissed and held her for the last time. I told her I loved her as she found peace after a rough few days.
I could barely walk in the door to come home for the first time, knowing she wouldn't be there to greet me. I don't know when I'm going to get used to that.
She's been getting me ready for it. She stopped sleeping with me a couple of months ago. Her arthritis made it hard for her to jump on the bed. But I knew she was there, not far. She woke me up this morning with a cry. I can't imagine not waking up to the sound of her voice anymore.
As I held her for the last time, I thanked her again for being there for me. For everything, she was there. I hate that she won't be here anymore. I know she'll live on in my heart, and the girls' hearts forever. And I know I was lucky to have her as long as I did. And I was grateful to be there for her last moments.
But I am grieving right now. And I don't think I'll ever stop missing her.
Bobbie, you were the best cat ever, and I'll love you forever.
Posted by April at 11:20 AM