kitty
I always wonder how when I think of the past year or so, losing my grandfather, or even farther in the past and losing my Meme and my Grandpa on my dad’s side, how what always makes me the saddest was losing my kitty Big Foot. 6:00a.m. “Kelley it’s time to come home for a little while… after that you can go back out.” I knew it had happened, all the while I had been hoping since the night before that it had been just a bad feeling. I had that feeling since the night before because before I left for Nikki’s I went and picked him up, and yeah he was old and sick, but it seemed as though for once in a while he hugged me back… Like that catch you on the flip side I love you bye type of hug.
When I came home that morning the front door was open with the screen door closed and I think, though I’m not sure, that my mom was waiting outside porch for me. I wasn’t focused on that. You know how when you walk in you can see the kitchen counter and a part of the floor immediately? Well there on the floor wrapped up in a blanket he was… gone. I immediately burst into tears... more like erupted. Not even kidding a little bit about that. It happened once before when I thought I was going to lose him. That one day I came back to my house with Paul.
After about and hour of being home, not even, My mom Rich and I brought him out back behind the blueberry bushes to where Muggins my mom’s cat and Stanley (miss named because she was a girl) Rich’s cat were buried. We buried him next to them.
The point is I still randomly cry about him. I miss him. I guess it was the unconditional love? He was my cat. Sat on me when I was sick to keep me warm. Slept with me at night, even on my head sometimes or at least on my pillow.
I Love(d) my kitty, I really do just hope he is waiting for me somewhere after death…
When I came home that morning the front door was open with the screen door closed and I think, though I’m not sure, that my mom was waiting outside porch for me. I wasn’t focused on that. You know how when you walk in you can see the kitchen counter and a part of the floor immediately? Well there on the floor wrapped up in a blanket he was… gone. I immediately burst into tears... more like erupted. Not even kidding a little bit about that. It happened once before when I thought I was going to lose him. That one day I came back to my house with Paul.
After about and hour of being home, not even, My mom Rich and I brought him out back behind the blueberry bushes to where Muggins my mom’s cat and Stanley (miss named because she was a girl) Rich’s cat were buried. We buried him next to them.
The point is I still randomly cry about him. I miss him. I guess it was the unconditional love? He was my cat. Sat on me when I was sick to keep me warm. Slept with me at night, even on my head sometimes or at least on my pillow.
I Love(d) my kitty, I really do just hope he is waiting for me somewhere after death…