boomana
Headphoneus Supremus
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The past few days have been pretty rotten all around. Just life and family stuff, but nothing anyone can't get through. Today I worked a really rough 17-hr shift and as I rounded the corner on the main room to my home three hours ago, I saw my stupid cat dead in the road. She escaped this morning (as often happened) and I couldn't get her back in. Now she's gone. I had to take a shovel and garbage bags and scrape her out of the road while waving traffic away with my shovel. It wasn't pretty. It was really very ugly.
I'm not sure why I'm typing this here. I guess there's no one to tell at 3AM and I'm kinda a wreck. I came on head-fi to divert my attention, but I can't. I can't get the image of her on the road out of my head. Now I'm crying on my keyboard. This really stinks.
I've had cats my whole life (never wanted them, but they always came around), but she was the best one I ever had. I won't go into unique things she was...okay a few...she took walks with me in the neighborhood and if I'd pause to talk to neighbors, she wait patiently by my side; whenever I would call her name, she come running full speed toward me like a dog or a little kid, squeaking a weird meow non-stop as she ran; and she always slept next to me, using my leg as a pillow; and she was a big purrer.
I could never make her an indoor cat, though I tried. She'd rip out the screens or shred paper all over the house. She was born in the parking garage where I used to work. She hated me for the first few months I had her. She wasn't the best pet, but she was a great cat with a big personality. She loved racing up and down trees, strolling around the neighbors roofs, killing mice, birds and lizards and bringing them home. I loved her for all that, and no matter what others say about cats, I know she loved me.
She's supposed to be sleeping on my leg right now, but she's in a garbage bag outside my door. Dead is dead, but damn. She was my buddy. She had a vet appointment at 10AM tomorrow. Now, I'll be taking her there to be cremated and I'll put her ashes under her favorite tree. I've never lived in this house without her. I guess I'll go wash her cat bowls now. RIP cat. You made my life better and I'll really miss you.
I'm not sure why I'm typing this here. I guess there's no one to tell at 3AM and I'm kinda a wreck. I came on head-fi to divert my attention, but I can't. I can't get the image of her on the road out of my head. Now I'm crying on my keyboard. This really stinks.
I've had cats my whole life (never wanted them, but they always came around), but she was the best one I ever had. I won't go into unique things she was...okay a few...she took walks with me in the neighborhood and if I'd pause to talk to neighbors, she wait patiently by my side; whenever I would call her name, she come running full speed toward me like a dog or a little kid, squeaking a weird meow non-stop as she ran; and she always slept next to me, using my leg as a pillow; and she was a big purrer.
I could never make her an indoor cat, though I tried. She'd rip out the screens or shred paper all over the house. She was born in the parking garage where I used to work. She hated me for the first few months I had her. She wasn't the best pet, but she was a great cat with a big personality. She loved racing up and down trees, strolling around the neighbors roofs, killing mice, birds and lizards and bringing them home. I loved her for all that, and no matter what others say about cats, I know she loved me.
She's supposed to be sleeping on my leg right now, but she's in a garbage bag outside my door. Dead is dead, but damn. She was my buddy. She had a vet appointment at 10AM tomorrow. Now, I'll be taking her there to be cremated and I'll put her ashes under her favorite tree. I've never lived in this house without her. I guess I'll go wash her cat bowls now. RIP cat. You made my life better and I'll really miss you.