Rudolf died
Mom called me today (around 2pm CAT), and told me over the phone. I had missed two calls from her yesterday because my phone was dead, but today she called.
She said she had worked the night shift at the crisis center and, when she got home, Rudy was dead at the foot of her bed.
There was no indicators for his death, no illness or visible markers. Mom and Norm think it was a heart attack.
Mom told Angelica Tuesday morning, and they both stayed home from work and school and buried him.
I can't believe it. I would've expected this phone call about Princess, the oldest and sickest of our cats. But not Rudy.
Sweet, cuddly Rudolf. He was so silly, and so lovable. We joked that he was a great dog and a horrible cat.
He was the perfect cuddle buddy. We picked him up from the shelter in December five years ago, I think - that's why his name is Rudolf. We never renamed him.
I can't believe he won't greet me when I get back to the US next year. I'll never hear his meow again, or his purr. You know, he could start purring if you just looked at him. He was so affectionate...
I held it together fairly well during our conversation, but after Mom hung up (12 minute phone call), I let it out.
I feel dazed, empty. He was just a cat, right? So why can't I stop crying?
I'm muffling my sobs in a dish rag that I stole from Malebogo's house to clean the whiteboard with. Tears still roll down my face, though. I hope my co-workers don't hear me.
I don't know if I can grieve to anyone here. Indoor pets aren't something that most people have around here. Any kind of pet you see is probably a guard dog or an animal that will be turned into dinner at some point.
Rudolf was neither. :(
God, I miss him so much.
She said she had worked the night shift at the crisis center and, when she got home, Rudy was dead at the foot of her bed.
There was no indicators for his death, no illness or visible markers. Mom and Norm think it was a heart attack.
Mom told Angelica Tuesday morning, and they both stayed home from work and school and buried him.
I can't believe it. I would've expected this phone call about Princess, the oldest and sickest of our cats. But not Rudy.
Sweet, cuddly Rudolf. He was so silly, and so lovable. We joked that he was a great dog and a horrible cat.
He was the perfect cuddle buddy. We picked him up from the shelter in December five years ago, I think - that's why his name is Rudolf. We never renamed him.
I can't believe he won't greet me when I get back to the US next year. I'll never hear his meow again, or his purr. You know, he could start purring if you just looked at him. He was so affectionate...
I held it together fairly well during our conversation, but after Mom hung up (12 minute phone call), I let it out.
I feel dazed, empty. He was just a cat, right? So why can't I stop crying?
I'm muffling my sobs in a dish rag that I stole from Malebogo's house to clean the whiteboard with. Tears still roll down my face, though. I hope my co-workers don't hear me.
I don't know if I can grieve to anyone here. Indoor pets aren't something that most people have around here. Any kind of pet you see is probably a guard dog or an animal that will be turned into dinner at some point.
Rudolf was neither. :(
God, I miss him so much.