I lost my Kisa almost a year ago. She was absolutely adorable. I had 3 kitties at the time - Chubbs and Ellie (4 1/2yo littermates) and my silly little gray tiger, Kisa. The best we can figure is that she had a blockage. She was just fine, then 4 days later, she was gone, and it took a full month before I was able to leave my apartment.
I tried not to have a favorite, but that went out the window about 2 days after I brought Kisa and her littermate, Kenny, home. Born 5/18/12, they were teeny little puffball that climbed and chewed on EVERYTHING. I've had kittens before, but none that attached themselves to me like she did.
I live in a studio apartment and deliberately set up my furniture to provide multiple perches and hideyholes for my cats. Despite the small size, if I was out of her sight and still in the apartment for more than 2 seconds, she would run after me to see what I was doing. Her favorite thing was to poke her head around the curtain to meow at me when I was taking a shower, then wait right outside said curtain until I was done.
I miss her. Almost a year later, it hits me again, just as hard as when I first lost her. She was so much more to me than a cat, so much more than a member of my family. Hell, her death shook my life from the ground up and forced change after change, but... still. I'd go back and deal with making those changes on my own if I could have her back.
I still hear her talking sometimes when I'm just waking up and still in that half-asleep moment. I love you so much, Baby Girl. A part of me left with you when you went away. I'm so sorry I couldn't help you, I know you were scared. I hope that sitting with you, petting and talking quietly and singing to you helped chase some of that fear away, and that Dusty and Sadie were waiting for you so you wouldn't be lonely. No matter how many years go by, I will never forget you, never forget those big golden eyes peeking at me from around every corner.
I tried not to have a favorite, but that went out the window about 2 days after I brought Kisa and her littermate, Kenny, home. Born 5/18/12, they were teeny little puffball that climbed and chewed on EVERYTHING. I've had kittens before, but none that attached themselves to me like she did.
I live in a studio apartment and deliberately set up my furniture to provide multiple perches and hideyholes for my cats. Despite the small size, if I was out of her sight and still in the apartment for more than 2 seconds, she would run after me to see what I was doing. Her favorite thing was to poke her head around the curtain to meow at me when I was taking a shower, then wait right outside said curtain until I was done.
I miss her. Almost a year later, it hits me again, just as hard as when I first lost her. She was so much more to me than a cat, so much more than a member of my family. Hell, her death shook my life from the ground up and forced change after change, but... still. I'd go back and deal with making those changes on my own if I could have her back.
I still hear her talking sometimes when I'm just waking up and still in that half-asleep moment. I love you so much, Baby Girl. A part of me left with you when you went away. I'm so sorry I couldn't help you, I know you were scared. I hope that sitting with you, petting and talking quietly and singing to you helped chase some of that fear away, and that Dusty and Sadie were waiting for you so you wouldn't be lonely. No matter how many years go by, I will never forget you, never forget those big golden eyes peeking at me from around every corner.
They worm their way into our hearts and stay there forever.
