I had planned on posting a workout post two nights ago. Instead, I came home from a long day at work, made some dinner, heated up some tea, and then curled up in bed with our sick kitten to finish MockingJay, the last book of the Hunger Games trilogy. I didn’t even check my email!
My next plan was to post the workout post last night, but yesterday turned into a different kind of day than expected. As I mentioned, our cat hasn’t been feeling well. Technically, she is the BOY’s cat. He rescued her 8 years ago as a new born kitten when he was in college and they have had a strong connection ever since. He named her Emerald because of her beautiful green eyes and called her Emmy for short. Two and a half years ago when the BOY put his house on the market, Emmy moved into my one bedroom apartment with me. This was an interesting situation for a few reasons. Number one, I really wasn’t much of a cat person and the only pet that I ever had growing up was Tommy, the goldfish. And number two, up until that point, Emmy and I weren’t exactly what you’d call friends. She loved the BOY, she liked boys in general, and she was not a fan of the girl who was hanging around. She used to go through my purse and nibble on my shoes. Moving in together, was a BIG step for us.
In the end, we made it work. After living with me for 2 weeks, most of which she just ignored me, stared out the windows, and tried to escape to the elevators in the apartment complex, I came home from work with a hurt back. Instead of heading to the floor for my typical hello, I went straight to the couch and collapsed, barely able to move. This time, instead of ignoring me, she climbed right up to my chest, where she stayed for the rest of the night. After that, we were friends and even when both of us moved back into the BOY’s house, he continued to give me some love and attention (even though she saved the best of it for the BOY). Over the last two years, we’ve formed a tight little family, which is why seeing her so sick and without her usual spunk has been hard on me. Yesterday, the BOY brought her to the vet, thinking maybe she had an infected tooth or needed an IV. Instead he was given the worst news possible. An ER visit and ultrasound confirmed that our little kitten had chronic kidney failure.
It was not an easy decision, but the right one to make. So I left work as soon as I could to go and say my goodbyes. I planned to be the rock the BOY needed during this challenging time, but instead arrived at the animal hospital with blood shot eyes and tears streaming down my cheeks. I was shocked by the intense sadness I felt and constant ache in my stomach. Although it was hard, I was happy that I was able to see her and kiss her head one last time. Emmy was my first pet and her loss has floored me. Worse than the hospital was arriving back at our house last night. Around every corner, I expect to see her bounding up to see me when I walk in the door, trying to crawl into my lunch bag when I get home, nudging her head in between the BOY and I when I kiss him hello, or sitting on my
lap computer as I type a blog post. Since she has been such a special part of my life and a funny part of this blog, I thought it would be okay to share my sadness with you. I ask you to bare with me as I share some of my favorite photos and silly kitten stories over the next week.
The BOY and I are having a tough time coming to grips with the fact that she is really gone. Our house sounds way too quiet this morning. If any of you know him, then you know Emmy’s unwavering love and trust in him. But you also know that he was head over heals for her. If you are not a cat person, trust me I totally get it, but she is cute enough for even a dog person to appreciate!