My beautiful cat, man best friend and companion, who I loved, died today. My
heart is broken, tears streaming down my cheeks in a torrent of sadness
that can not stop, and I feel lost and confused, so alone and Ms. Kitty
here with me; Now need something that can never recover - part of me is gone.
I'm not a cat person - it was only some black just past Burma kitten character appeared on my patio door one morning as I was making my coffee - tenderness personified as his mouth meowing coming for a visit.
Ms. Kitty took me there about ten years and my life changed. He became my partner, my bedmate, and my cat lover - always there in sickness and in health. keep me company in its unique way, making me laugh at least a thousand times with some antic or another.
This was the moment when he passed my bathroom when I heard a noise. Who can that in my bathroom in the dark? I was wondering. She often had small lizards captured and brought home, lay at my feet, alive and trying to escape this monster that had stuck in his mouth. She never killed, but always took the poor creature and threw it out of the security balcony, which caused no little kitten Ms. dismay.
Look, sir, they take food and free. Well, we'll see about that!
She discovered that if she took this bath toy, could not escape, especially, could not withdraw the balcony. So there she was, as I turned on the light and opened the shower door, allowing the gecko to about half the tank wall, then call down with his paw. Have a whale of fun playing with her little lizard captured.
She prefers jumping into a bag I brought home with groceries, or a cardboard box, playing with all the expensive toys I bought at the pet store. He was sitting in the bag or paper box, watching over me as if I were in their very safe place and I could not get there, as he sat there with only his head visible black hairy me looking.
There are so many funny stories I could tell - as time catnip my groceries and furtively stole into the bedroom, hiding. I woke up one morning - about two hours - with the sound of rustling plastic from the corner where there was a dresser. With my flashlight from my bedside table, I saw Ms. Kitty huddled under the comfortable enjoying some catnip late night of hiding. The look of guilt and surprise gave me made me laugh for ten minutes.
It is hard for anyone not to have a favorite pet to understand the sadness of losing. Duele - immensely. The sense of loss is deep and intense. I remember writing occasional thoughts for fear of what he would do if Mrs. kitten died suddenly by all means - we have a problem here coyote and cats have often been victims of them - and quickly shrugged and erased from my mind. I could not imagine such a loss, I could not imagine the pain that would cause me - until now.
I guess all deaths that experience, I will, with time, they feel less long reach and deep sense of loss, remember with love the memory of my little black cat, and somehow managed to go forward with life. everything we do when death knocks on our door.
But today, for now, I can not. Not today, and I hope that this evening, when night falls on me and the house she shared with Ms. Kitty for so long, will be a long and lonely vigil.
I always remember her as "Kind of a Black Coat Fur," my friendly, small, and only Ms Kitty Kitty Kitty.
Major Dennis Copson is a US Navy retired and is a resident of Oceanside, California. He is a freelance writer and editor.
My beautiful cat, man best friend and companion, who I loved, died today. My heart is broken, tears streaming down my cheeks in a torrent of sadness that can not stop, and I feel lost and confused, so alone and Ms. Kitty here with me; Now need something that can never recover - part of me is gone.
I'm not a cat person - it was only some black just past Burma kitten character appeared on my patio door one morning as I was making my coffee - tenderness personified as his mouth meowing coming for a visit.
Ms. Kitty took me there about ten years and my life changed. He became my partner, my bedmate, and my cat lover - always there in sickness and in health. keep me company in its unique way, making me laugh at least a thousand times with some antic or another.
This was the moment when he passed my bathroom when I heard a noise. Who can that in my bathroom in the dark? I was wondering. She often had small lizards captured and brought home, lay at my feet, alive and trying to escape this monster that had stuck in his mouth. She never killed, but always took the poor creature and threw it out of the security balcony, which caused no little kitten Ms. dismay.
Look, sir, they take food and free. Well, we'll see about that!
She discovered that if she took this bath toy, could not escape, especially, could not withdraw the balcony. So there she was, as I turned on the light and opened the shower door, allowing the gecko to about half the tank wall, then call down with his paw. Have a whale of fun playing with her little lizard captured.
She prefers jumping into a bag I brought home with groceries, or a cardboard box, playing with all the expensive toys I bought at the pet store. He was sitting in the bag or paper box, watching over me as if I were in their very safe place and I could not get there, as he sat there with only his head visible black hairy me looking.
There are so many funny stories I could tell - as time catnip my groceries and furtively stole into the bedroom, hiding. I woke up one morning - about two hours - with the sound of rustling plastic from the corner where there was a dresser. With my flashlight from my bedside table, I saw Ms. Kitty huddled under the comfortable enjoying some catnip late night of hiding. The look of guilt and surprise gave me made me laugh for ten minutes.
It is hard for anyone not to have a favorite pet to understand the sadness of losing. Duele - immensely. The sense of loss is deep and intense. I remember writing occasional thoughts for fear of what he would do if Mrs. kitten died suddenly by all means - we have a problem here coyote and cats have often been victims of them - and quickly shrugged and erased from my mind. I could not imagine such a loss, I could not imagine the pain that would cause me - until now.
I guess all deaths that experience, I will, with time, they feel less long reach and deep sense of loss, remember with love the memory of my little black cat, and somehow managed to go forward with life. everything we do when death knocks on our door.
But today, for now, I can not. Not today, and I hope that this evening, when night falls on me and the house she shared with Ms. Kitty for so long, will be a long and lonely vigil.
I always remember her as "Kind of a Black Coat Fur," my friendly, small, and only Ms Kitty Kitty Kitty.
Major Dennis Copson is a US Navy retired and is a resident of Oceanside, California. He is a freelance writer and editor.
I'm not a cat person - it was only some black just past Burma kitten character appeared on my patio door one morning as I was making my coffee - tenderness personified as his mouth meowing coming for a visit.
Ms. Kitty took me there about ten years and my life changed. He became my partner, my bedmate, and my cat lover - always there in sickness and in health. keep me company in its unique way, making me laugh at least a thousand times with some antic or another.
This was the moment when he passed my bathroom when I heard a noise. Who can that in my bathroom in the dark? I was wondering. She often had small lizards captured and brought home, lay at my feet, alive and trying to escape this monster that had stuck in his mouth. She never killed, but always took the poor creature and threw it out of the security balcony, which caused no little kitten Ms. dismay.
Look, sir, they take food and free. Well, we'll see about that!
She discovered that if she took this bath toy, could not escape, especially, could not withdraw the balcony. So there she was, as I turned on the light and opened the shower door, allowing the gecko to about half the tank wall, then call down with his paw. Have a whale of fun playing with her little lizard captured.
She prefers jumping into a bag I brought home with groceries, or a cardboard box, playing with all the expensive toys I bought at the pet store. He was sitting in the bag or paper box, watching over me as if I were in their very safe place and I could not get there, as he sat there with only his head visible black hairy me looking.
There are so many funny stories I could tell - as time catnip my groceries and furtively stole into the bedroom, hiding. I woke up one morning - about two hours - with the sound of rustling plastic from the corner where there was a dresser. With my flashlight from my bedside table, I saw Ms. Kitty huddled under the comfortable enjoying some catnip late night of hiding. The look of guilt and surprise gave me made me laugh for ten minutes.
It is hard for anyone not to have a favorite pet to understand the sadness of losing. Duele - immensely. The sense of loss is deep and intense. I remember writing occasional thoughts for fear of what he would do if Mrs. kitten died suddenly by all means - we have a problem here coyote and cats have often been victims of them - and quickly shrugged and erased from my mind. I could not imagine such a loss, I could not imagine the pain that would cause me - until now.
I guess all deaths that experience, I will, with time, they feel less long reach and deep sense of loss, remember with love the memory of my little black cat, and somehow managed to go forward with life. everything we do when death knocks on our door.
But today, for now, I can not. Not today, and I hope that this evening, when night falls on me and the house she shared with Ms. Kitty for so long, will be a long and lonely vigil.
I always remember her as "Kind of a Black Coat Fur," my friendly, small, and only Ms Kitty Kitty Kitty.
Major Dennis Copson is a US Navy retired and is a resident of Oceanside, California. He is a freelance writer and editor.
My beautiful cat, man best friend and companion, who I loved, died today. My heart is broken, tears streaming down my cheeks in a torrent of sadness that can not stop, and I feel lost and confused, so alone and Ms. Kitty here with me; Now need something that can never recover - part of me is gone.
I'm not a cat person - it was only some black just past Burma kitten character appeared on my patio door one morning as I was making my coffee - tenderness personified as his mouth meowing coming for a visit.
Ms. Kitty took me there about ten years and my life changed. He became my partner, my bedmate, and my cat lover - always there in sickness and in health. keep me company in its unique way, making me laugh at least a thousand times with some antic or another.
This was the moment when he passed my bathroom when I heard a noise. Who can that in my bathroom in the dark? I was wondering. She often had small lizards captured and brought home, lay at my feet, alive and trying to escape this monster that had stuck in his mouth. She never killed, but always took the poor creature and threw it out of the security balcony, which caused no little kitten Ms. dismay.
Look, sir, they take food and free. Well, we'll see about that!
She discovered that if she took this bath toy, could not escape, especially, could not withdraw the balcony. So there she was, as I turned on the light and opened the shower door, allowing the gecko to about half the tank wall, then call down with his paw. Have a whale of fun playing with her little lizard captured.
She prefers jumping into a bag I brought home with groceries, or a cardboard box, playing with all the expensive toys I bought at the pet store. He was sitting in the bag or paper box, watching over me as if I were in their very safe place and I could not get there, as he sat there with only his head visible black hairy me looking.
There are so many funny stories I could tell - as time catnip my groceries and furtively stole into the bedroom, hiding. I woke up one morning - about two hours - with the sound of rustling plastic from the corner where there was a dresser. With my flashlight from my bedside table, I saw Ms. Kitty huddled under the comfortable enjoying some catnip late night of hiding. The look of guilt and surprise gave me made me laugh for ten minutes.
It is hard for anyone not to have a favorite pet to understand the sadness of losing. Duele - immensely. The sense of loss is deep and intense. I remember writing occasional thoughts for fear of what he would do if Mrs. kitten died suddenly by all means - we have a problem here coyote and cats have often been victims of them - and quickly shrugged and erased from my mind. I could not imagine such a loss, I could not imagine the pain that would cause me - until now.
I guess all deaths that experience, I will, with time, they feel less long reach and deep sense of loss, remember with love the memory of my little black cat, and somehow managed to go forward with life. everything we do when death knocks on our door.
But today, for now, I can not. Not today, and I hope that this evening, when night falls on me and the house she shared with Ms. Kitty for so long, will be a long and lonely vigil.
I always remember her as "Kind of a Black Coat Fur," my friendly, small, and only Ms Kitty Kitty Kitty.
Major Dennis Copson is a US Navy retired and is a resident of Oceanside, California. He is a freelance writer and editor.
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