I am a dog person. At least I have said so for years. Why I say this I’m not entirely sure. I like most critters honestly. I guess that is what has made the last few days so incredibly difficult. We lost our cat to old age. He put up one hell of a fight though, on account he was hard-headed and stubborn.
Which may be the very reason I grew to love him as I did. We had quite the understanding, he and I. It wasn’t a love-hate relationship though I’m sure at times it looked like one. I’d like to think it was more a raging battle of wits. And we were both particularly good at it. Oh how he made me laugh!
It was so hard to watch him go. But we were glad he didn’t have to be alone. It was hard to lay him to rest, though now he lay in the very garden where he loved to venture from time to time which is a big deal for an indoor kitty.
But it seems harder now. With the quiet. The house feels different without Pixel lording about. Without him reminding me it is 4:30 p.m. and therefore must be time for dinner. Or that making coffee is a great time for some milk.
It is hard, taking a bath at 3 in the morning when I can’t sleep, and not having him headbutt the door open, stroll in, sniff at the bubbles and then curl up on the bath matt on the floor, completely unimpressed with the whole thing.
It’s weird, I knew I spent a lot of time with him, due to being a home body and both of us creatures of the night, as it were. But not having him coaching crunch sessions, or chirp in conversation, or sit on my shoulders to purr in my ear while writing or doing chores, it has been, lonely. I miss my little buddy. I just hope that he had a good life, especially in the short few years I have gotten to know him.
Pixel was a very different cat when I first moved in with the Mr. He was moodier than a teenage girl, more self-indulgent than a teenage boy, and more self entitled than a sociopath. Some time over the years, he had mellowed, enjoyed treats and loves, though still only on his time, as cat’s are want to do.
We played tag, and fetch and he would be up with me checking on things that went bump in the night, as the dog slept soundly on the couch. He would run to the door when the mail man came and inspect the people that came to visit. Every package or bag of groceries were diligently inspected and all boxes, were naturally his. Friends had commented how he looked good happy. This warms me. Especially on a cold moody day such as this, as I miss him terribly.
The joy and blessing our pets bring us, even when they are testing our patience like a toddler testing boundaries, is priceless. They are part of the family, and add to the dynamic that is our life. And bless them for it. It is hard for all, including Miss Zen (the dog in the pictures) Whom continues to wander about looking for her dear friend.
Pixel helped the Mr. and Zen both through some difficult life events, making it through the other side, keeping them both in line. He did the same for me. Pixel is the cat who made me love him. It is a heavy loss to our little family as we attempt to adjust. I’ll not say goodbye, I don’t do them. But may he rest in peace, knowing we love him still.
Sleep well my friend.