Although the day of saying goodbye to your best friend is inevitable, it is still heart breaking when the day arrives, and even more so if the goodbye arrives so sudden.
Up until last week everything was normal in the world of my 11 year old cat Dimmie. During the weekend I noticed some swelling in his tummy. After several exams the news was bad, the lining of his stomach was filled with tumors. There was nothing to be done, we wouldn’t be able to cure him. On Thursday we made the impossible decision to have him put to sleep. I didn’t want him to suffer and although I’d do anything to have more time with him, it would have been a selfish decision.
I am truly at a loss for words right now, but I felt a little tribute to something that has made such an impact on my life seemed like the right thing to do.
So I want to thank Dimmie for …
… always giving me a hug when I needed it, and also when I didn’t need it at all
… trying to find the most impossible positions on my lap whenever I tried to knit or work on my laptop, causing me to sit in an uncomfortable positions for hours, just to be able to hear you purr
… loving the camera, getting into funny positions just so I’d have nice pictures and photobombing my knitting photos
… being the first one to greet me in the morning, every morning
… listening to my rambling when I needed to vent my frustrations
… putting up with the dog
… always making an effort at catching (and eating) all the creepy crawlies in the house
… sometimes allowing me to pet your fluffy tummy, even though you hated it
… being the best entertainer at every party we ever held. No lap was safe for your cuddles (and white hair)
… for all the mischief you were up to. Yes I got really mad at you at the time, but afterwards I could always laugh about it (yes, I now even laugh at the time you flung poo across the living room)
I’m still in denial I guess, kind of expecting him to jump onto my lap at any time now and begging me to feed him. It all happened too fast, it seems impossible for my brain to process the loss. I think my dog senses it as well, or maybe he’s just picking up on my sadness, but he’s been coming around for extra hugs these past few days. In any aspect it will take a long time for my heart to heal, and Dimmie will never ever be forgotten. I hope there’s a kitty heaven where he’ll receive cuddles all day long.
I’ll miss you <3