Upo losing my little fuzzy girl.
Fudge died suddenly last night, after what was, according to Gary, a very good day. She asked for a her little tent to be built out of bedclothes yesterday morning, and snoozed the morning away. When the sun came around to Gary's office, she came in and collected some pets, then soaked up some sun, and soaked up more outside--something that must have felt very good, since she hated to be trapped inside by nasty weather and the weather lately has been nasty. She got her treat in the evening, and when I got home she greeted me as she always does and got more pats and loving. She joined us on the bed for a while--all normal--then jumped down and went back out to the living room where she claimed her favorite spot on the recliner. Also normal.
When I went out to say goodnight, she was gone.
I have an embarrassingly long list of endearments for what was, when looked at baldly, just a cat. My little girl, my little missy, my little muffy, my fuzzy muffin, my fuzzy fluff, my fluffer muff, my little round fuzzy head, my Jungle Princess. She made my life better. She was stubborn and willful and spoiled rotten and very sweet. She was either not that bright or brilliantly able to get us to do anything she wanted--probably both. She was beautiful. The way she would lift her head to be stoked spoke volumes--she enjoyed and appreciated it when I showed her my affection, and she returned it. She loved me, she loved us, and there's no way anyone will convince me of anything different. And I loved her. I still do. I always will.
Neither of us has slept. It would bring to a close the last day she was alive. But she's gone now and I miss her. My little girl. My beautiful little girl. My beautiful little girl is gone.
When I went out to say goodnight, she was gone.
I have an embarrassingly long list of endearments for what was, when looked at baldly, just a cat. My little girl, my little missy, my little muffy, my fuzzy muffin, my fuzzy fluff, my fluffer muff, my little round fuzzy head, my Jungle Princess. She made my life better. She was stubborn and willful and spoiled rotten and very sweet. She was either not that bright or brilliantly able to get us to do anything she wanted--probably both. She was beautiful. The way she would lift her head to be stoked spoke volumes--she enjoyed and appreciated it when I showed her my affection, and she returned it. She loved me, she loved us, and there's no way anyone will convince me of anything different. And I loved her. I still do. I always will.
Neither of us has slept. It would bring to a close the last day she was alive. But she's gone now and I miss her. My little girl. My beautiful little girl. My beautiful little girl is gone.