I'll miss her.
Our cat Teesha died Tuesday night. She was 12 years old. She wasn't in any pain. She just got weaker and more frail over the course of several weeks until she died in my girlfriend's arms. I'm glad we were home for her.
We took her out to Andrea's mom's house and buried her under a cluster of trees in the back yard the next day.
Teesha the first cat (along with our other cat Singularity, or Singy for short) that ever bonded with me. In fact, Andrea took it as a good sign that the cats approved of me when she debated going out with me.
I'll miss her little mews when she begged for food. I'll miss her scrounging off our plates after we're done. I'll miss her walking over me as she moved to Andrea's lap. I'll miss her ability to get between us at the most inappropriate times. I'll even miss the little surprises she'd leave on the floor sometimes.
I just plain miss her right now.
We took her out to Andrea's mom's house and buried her under a cluster of trees in the back yard the next day.
Teesha the first cat (along with our other cat Singularity, or Singy for short) that ever bonded with me. In fact, Andrea took it as a good sign that the cats approved of me when she debated going out with me.
I'll miss her little mews when she begged for food. I'll miss her scrounging off our plates after we're done. I'll miss her walking over me as she moved to Andrea's lap. I'll miss her ability to get between us at the most inappropriate times. I'll even miss the little surprises she'd leave on the floor sometimes.
I just plain miss her right now.