This has absolutely nothing to do with Warcraft. Pass by if you like. It’s not fun either. I’m mostly posting this for myself.
I’ve debated for a bit how to make this post…or whether to. I’ve been distracted by Cataclysm, and gearing for raids. I’ve even been too distracted to post my (very much appreciated) Guest Posts and other posts I spent hours writing. There were also the the holidays, which I have, unfortunately, generally find depressing the last few years. And also, inconveniently or not, I needed to get my computer repaired again, causing me to be completely off the radar for a bit. But it’s really been something else.
My favoritest cat passed away recently and this hit me a lot harder than I expected.
Again, feel free to bypass this post if it doesn’t call out to you.
He was a really delightful guy. He slept with me – right by my pillow – every night for years. He curled up right next to me when I got on my computer every day, resting his head on my wrist as I played. Most people I raid with don’t know how often he was there too, nuzzling me when we all wiped. He spent time with me every single morning when I woke up; every day I came home late from work. Friends got used to hearing him bleat like a little lamb in the background in vent during quiet times, when he’d come up to me with his favorite toy – a stuffed cherry – and beg me (quite audibly) to throw it for him and play fetch.
He was the bestest cat ever, and I can’t begin to say how brave he was in facing a chronic illness for more than a year. How he woke up every day ready to play and have fun and love me, regardless of being weak or sick. He’s made every single day better since I took him home five years ago.
But one day, he couldn’t.
His sister and I are trying to figure things out.
She’s lonely and doesn’t get what happened to her lifetime companion…and I know better and I’m still wondering what happened to the sweet guy who got me through the last few years of trials in my life. I think we may be adopting soon (since someone won’t let me sleep for trying to play for hours at a time.) Meanwhile, I’m trying to help her…and find a little peace myself.
I seem fine until I try to talk about it.
So I don’t.
If you have a beloved cat (or even a dog *gasp* or turtle or parrot or petofanysort), please toss him or her a toy or a special treat today. Just for Merc.