Been about three and a half years now and I miss you every day.
She was dumped in a shelter, part main coon and all heart. Was like winning the lottery when we rescued her. Unlike her housemates who would scatter and hide when the doorbell rang, she would relish the opportunity to meet and greet another human. Liked to be picked up and held. Had this little hitch in her meow that made it sound like wickety - wow.
She looks like my cricket. He will be 13 this may. Dreading the day he goes.
Such a beautiful cat ❤️
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So beautiful
Upvoted, but God damn this cut me deep.
Here’s something a little more verbose to tack on, which helped me a lot through a similar time:
Yes, death. Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forget life, to be at peace. You can help me. You can open for me the portals of death’s house, for love is always with you, and love is stronger than death is.
- Oscar Wilde, The Canterville Ghost (1887)
So beautiful with its wise look! I feel like some older cats know so much about the world, you can see it in their eyes
