I know I've been saying this a lot lately, but I'm going to be off again for a while. It's serious this time.
Today, my best cat friend had to be put down. Birth name Gorgeous George, two years of age at adoption, fifteen years of age at death. Declawed long before we adopted him, but still the best mouse hunter I ever had the pleasure to pet and call my best friend.
Some people are going to say 'it's just a pet' or 'it's just a cat'. I'm sure of this, I'm expecting it. But I don't care. It didn't matter if everyone else in the house hated me that day, I could always expect George to be meowing at my bedroom door to be let in so he could jump in my lap and get in my way while I tried to do my thing. To me, he was friendlier and more loyal than any dog, and I was always his favorite person. All he had to do was see me to start his plane engine purr. This is a huge loss for me, and I don't know how long it's going to be until I get over it.
Please understand. I love you people, I really do, you're so fun to roleplay with. But George is one of the only living things that never got angry or annoyed with me, right up there with my big dogs, Monty and Lady and the late Rusty. It's really important to me that I get time to grieve properly until I can think about him without feeling like I just got stabbed in the heart.
Thank you.
~Wife-Of-Legolas