I found out today that my cat is dead.
She was put down at the beginning of the week.
I casually asked mum why I hadn't seen Cinders recently (affectionately remembered as "Cindy"), and she said she had had her put down...
Cindy, as those who are close to me know, had an excessive drooling problem; in fact, it was subject to great amusement that long "drool chains" would extend from her mouth to the ground and drag along beside her as she padded around home...
But I
knew, though I laughed, that it was a health problem and urged mum to take her to the vet...
...who announced that Cindy's mouth was cancerous. Half of her top gum was rotten and decayed away...
She also suffered from some bone malfunction thing which pretty much meant she had animal arthritis...
I would have thought she would have been in more pain, but she never seemed unhappy... just desperate for some attention.
Which I never gave her.
But I loved her. I did and I still do; though she was really fat and drooled everywhere, I challenge anyone to show me a cat more sweet tempered than her...
It didn't matter whatever you did to her; she would just look trustingly up at you with large, luminescent green eyes... and if you needed a cuddle, she would be the first one to waddle over and curl up on your belly, purring loudly.
Okay, the drool-thing became pretty disgusting, but I will be hard-pressed to ever find another cat as affectionate as her.
Plus, I guess I'm also sad because she has pretty much been my "life companion"; I've had her since I was about six years old... which means she was quite old for a kitty, but it doesn't change the fact that I miss her...
And the timing sucks too. It's like everything is changing for me at the moment. I'm going flatting next year, I'm almost finished with my study, this will be the first Christmas I've had without my family...
And now one of my best feline friends is gone.
To those who I am flatting with next year: I'm starting to really want to have a cat in the flat... whether or not I'd be allowed to, is the main question...
But if it was possible... *sigh* it didn't matter before, because I could always go home and visit Cinders, but now...
Now she's gone. And I miss her so much. I know she's an animal, but it's more than that:
She was one of a handful of "symbols" in my life that represented familiarity, comfort and security: she was
home.
...
I will never forget you, Cinders "Baby" of the Eastmond Tabby Family. You were the best cat companion I could have ever hoped for.
I miss you...