Shadow
At work, he put whoever was on the phone on hold, and glanced in my direction.
"Did you have a cat?" He asked, looking at me with complete seriousness.
I instantly noticed his use of the past-tense. My face fell. I had to deliver coffee. He noticed. He told me to deliver the coffee's then come back. I instantly knew Shadow was gone, but I couldn't bring myself to actually believe it until he literally said it to me. I quickly delivered the coffee's, denying every human urge to yell, scream, and cry, then ran back. I looked him in the eye when he said it.
"I think your cat died...your moms on the phone, she wants to talk with you..."
I felt sick. I burst out crying in front of the restaurant, and ran into the back. I made it as far as the little hall before the break table, and fell to the floor in fits of tears. My baby. My kitty. Gone.
The kitty that used to cry at my door when I was in the crib, crying, yet my parents couldn't hear me, until my parents came to see why the cat was meowing at my door.
The kitty that used to come and visit me in time-out, after I'd just been put in time out for hurting her in some way.
The kitty that stayed in my bed with me when I had my teeth pulled, for a week, and only left me to eat and go outside.
As stupid as this may sound, she was my protector while I was growing up, and my best friend. She was the last bit of my perfect Florida childhood that I had left, and now she's gone.
I knew that last day last summer was the last time I'd see her. I knew it. I just wish, after all she's done for me, that I could have been there when she died, holding her, making her more comfortable. But no, I had to be up here. Thanks dad, thanks alot.
Nothing lasts forever. Why does so much shit happen all at once? Whatever. Anyways....
I made this for her.
"Did you have a cat?" He asked, looking at me with complete seriousness.
I instantly noticed his use of the past-tense. My face fell. I had to deliver coffee. He noticed. He told me to deliver the coffee's then come back. I instantly knew Shadow was gone, but I couldn't bring myself to actually believe it until he literally said it to me. I quickly delivered the coffee's, denying every human urge to yell, scream, and cry, then ran back. I looked him in the eye when he said it.
"I think your cat died...your moms on the phone, she wants to talk with you..."
I felt sick. I burst out crying in front of the restaurant, and ran into the back. I made it as far as the little hall before the break table, and fell to the floor in fits of tears. My baby. My kitty. Gone.
The kitty that used to cry at my door when I was in the crib, crying, yet my parents couldn't hear me, until my parents came to see why the cat was meowing at my door.
The kitty that used to come and visit me in time-out, after I'd just been put in time out for hurting her in some way.
The kitty that stayed in my bed with me when I had my teeth pulled, for a week, and only left me to eat and go outside.
As stupid as this may sound, she was my protector while I was growing up, and my best friend. She was the last bit of my perfect Florida childhood that I had left, and now she's gone.
I knew that last day last summer was the last time I'd see her. I knew it. I just wish, after all she's done for me, that I could have been there when she died, holding her, making her more comfortable. But no, I had to be up here. Thanks dad, thanks alot.
Nothing lasts forever. Why does so much shit happen all at once? Whatever. Anyways....
I made this for her.
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