So yeah, the other day the cat I rescued 7 years ago died of a diabetes related problem…
I feel pretty bad, though, because I loved him to death until about a year ago when he gravitated more toward my younger brother and mostly ignored me. I ignored him too and now I feel bad about it.
Honestly, I miss him already. Yeah, he shed hair all over my nice clothing and sometimes would throw up on stuff, but I still miss the guy.
7 years ago, when we lived in an apartment, I was riding my bike one day and found him on the side of the rode, near death. I picked him up and held him under me as I ride back home, fast as I could. We got him cooled off and gave him a bath. He warned up to me pretty much immediately and our other cat Frodo seemed to like him. We named him Samwise and I loved him very much, like I said.
So I guess after being close to my cat for so long, I should be more upset, but in the last year I guess I had some time drift…a little sad, but it’s okay.
If you’re wondering what he looked like, he’s was a big fluffy white cat with a toasty brown spot on the back of his head. He was like a big marshmallow. Gosh darn adorable.
I’ll miss you, Samwise, hope you ended up in a cool place.