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It is the heart that kills us in the end

I would have fought. The cat, ever contrary, didn't want to.

I've lost many animals over the years, but this was the first time I had to say the word and choose the hour. I would have held onto any reasonable hope, but the vet didn't offer any. Siggy has shouted every day of her life since she could vocalize; yesterday she didn't speak at all.

My heart has been stone before, been steel, been still; it will be again. It is not now.

It happened last night. I woke up this morning and the house was so quiet. There was a cat on the foot of my bed. My housemate's cat, not mine.

I miss my cat.

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malinaldarose
Dec. 8th, 2016 10:18 pm (UTC)
I am so sorry.
mrissa
Dec. 8th, 2016 10:38 pm (UTC)
I'm so sorry.
batwrangler
Dec. 8th, 2016 10:45 pm (UTC)
I am so sorry.
queenoftheskies
Dec. 8th, 2016 10:48 pm (UTC)
I'm sorry.
graygirl
Dec. 8th, 2016 11:13 pm (UTC)
Oh, I know that quiet. Hugs.
vulpine137
Dec. 8th, 2016 11:46 pm (UTC)
I'm sorry :(
lassarina
Dec. 9th, 2016 03:36 am (UTC)
I'm so sorry. Thinking warm thoughts for you, and for kitty where she has gone.
thewronghands
Dec. 9th, 2016 08:10 am (UTC)
Oh, that's rough. My sympathy.
hawkwing_lb
Dec. 9th, 2016 08:29 am (UTC)
*hugs* So sorry.
martianmooncrab
Dec. 9th, 2016 10:47 am (UTC)
sorry for the loss of your kitty. After my Newton kitty died, I could still feel him get up on the bed and cuddle down behind me at night..
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