My husband and I recently lost two of our most precious cats in less than a week. Right now, every time I wake in the night and don’t feel like I’m being crushed to death because a Mira cat is not sleeping on my chest, I burst into tears. Right now, every time my husband sits in our chair in the bedroom and doesn’t have a Sammy-cat immediately interrupt whatever he’s doing, his heart feels like it might break. They were a part of our family, and they took a piece of our hearts with them when they died.
I suppose I could write my way through this, and at some point I will. But right now the pain is too raw, and my grief is too omnipresent to even collect my thoughts into a coherent post. I also don’t think it’s fair to subject you all to post after post about my grief. I’d rather parcel those posts out over time. So rather than not posting for a few days, I’m going to take my favorite posts from the past and post those. Then I’ll get back in front of the computer with another cat on my lap as I type more posts.
Thanks for being patient and I’ll see you soon.
Mira B. McPhelps (Walked into our lives in the Spring of 1999 and left us January 14, 2013)
There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats. – Albert Schweitzer
I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul. – Jean Cocteau
No amount of time can erase the memory of a good cat, and no amount of masking tape can ever totally remove his fur from your couch. – Leo Dworken
The furry little buggers are just deep, deep wells you throw your emotions into. – Bruce Schimmel
Another cat? Perhaps. For love there is also a season; its seeds must be resown. But a family cat is not replaceable like a worn out coat or a set of tires. Each new kitten becomes its own cat, and none is repeated. I am four cats old, measuring out my life in friends that have succeeded but not replaced one another. – Irving Townsend
A catless writer is almost inconceivable. It’s a perverse taste, really, since it would be easier to write with a herd of buffalo in the room than even one cat; they make nests in the notes and bite the end of the pen and walk on the typewriter keys. – Barbara Holland