Sad News

Dear Shell,

Last night around 6:40pm, my buddy, my companion, my little furry-footed friend Junior passed away. He was almost 14 years old. He had short gray fur and yellow eyes. And the sweetest, most loving personality. He loved to curl up on my lap when I'd sit on the couch and write. Or he'd jump up and sleep on my computer tower if i was on the computer. Most of the time, he had to be in whatever room we were in.

When J got home from work, Junior would meet him at the door to greet him. He'd curl up on J's chest or next to him on the couch when we'd watch TV. And he loved to sit on J's lap while J was doing stuff on the computer. He'd just stretch out and close his eyes and purr, or he'd watch the monitor to see what was going on.

When I got Junior, he was a handful. Literally. He was 5 weeks old, just this little tiny kitten with fuzzy gray fur that would fit in one hand. He popped up through the floor, through a dryer vent hole, in an old mobile home I was living in right after high school with some friends. I quickly grabbed him, and he proceeded to try to rip my skin apart with his tiny little claws (which by the way, even on a 5 week old kitten...are sharp!!). It took 2 days, and then I could reach into the box where I kept him and he would purr and cuddle with me.

He comforted me through many of life's trials: My parents divorce, losing my best friend from high school (she went mentally nuts and we couldnt keep the friendship going), he was there when I went through an abusive relationship (emotionally not physically). Junior suffered through many moves until I finally bought the house we're in now.

He had a paw in things on getting me and J together. J and I are both cat lovers, and Junior was such a lovable cat that he drew J in and hooked him. :)

Last night, I was sad, then angry, then felt guilty. I know we did everything we could for him, but there's always the 'what if' in the very back of our minds when something sad happens. And the anger, i dont know who I'm angry at, I just felt so much anger. I wanted to throw something or break something.

J is taking it hard too. Junior was his buddy.

Junior, I love you baby. We are going to miss you, but we are glad you are no longer in pain. We will try to comfort ourselves and each other with the thought of you playing and having fun, without any pain, while you wait for us at the Rainbow Bridge.


Missing her Junior,
Shell