Aug 12, 2012 14:06
K and I were talking about our cats not liking the raw food we gave them. I told him I thought it was too cold (it had been out of the fridge for a while, but not that long) and how the dog my ex-husband and I had loved raw food but wouldn't touch it if it was even the slightest bit cold. This led to a discussion of past animals and such, and K commenting that he thought he'd really like my ex if they ever meet. (When we were at Niagara Falls, we were apparently a short drive from his house, which of course I found out the week AFTER we were at Niagra Falls...)
My phone buzzed. I checked my email. It was my ex. o.O We only talk a couple of times a year, so that was some of the weirdest timing ever. Even weirder, given the conversation K and I were having, the message was that he'd just had to put the cat we'd had together, Pete, to sleep. (Pete was named after Petronius the Arbiter from Heinlein's The Door Into Summer.)
I feel like a terrible person because I haven't hit "sad" yet. My mind is still at, "Holy crap, Pete was still alive???!!!" That cat had to have been at least 20, I think. Eek's been gone for years now, and Pete was already a few years old when we found Eek. (Well, when Eek found us and staged a home invasion. Don't know if I've ever told that story, but there was no "deciding" to take Eek, he just moved his happy little ass right on in. :-)
Poor Pete. Poor ex-husband. Poor ex-husband's daughter... :-(
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