I Miss My Cat
One year since I found Midori dead in the living room of our apartment. She was stretched out with her eyes open and when I came home from work I thought she was just chilling out. It wasn’t until I called her some time later and got no response that I headed back and found her in the exact same position.
Right then I knew, without further checking, what had happened. Took her body to a vet; Maya canceled weekend plans and drove back down to comfort me. I didn’t want any of the remains; she was gone, and remains meant nothing to me.
That cat was so messed up, but she was my messed-up cat, and we meant a lot to each other. Maya’s cat Willow thinks I’m great, but it isn’t the same. Midori would have turned 11 a few months ago. A good run for a cat. I miss her anyway.
