Not going to lie. The last two days have really REALLY sucked. But I’m also thankful for how timing and life worked itself out.
This is Bodie. I rescued his mom from a hurricane when I was a little girl, hid her from my dad, then hid it again when she had kittens and I kept the only one who wasn’t a twin. The last one to be born. The all black one with bright blue-green eyes. I didn’t like cats, but he was too cute to give away. My dad yelled at me when he found him hidden in my bathroom, but that anger was short lived. My dad and Bodie became best friends. My dad, who was “allergic” to cats, would take him back in his office and hold him for hours while he worked. They would eat breakfast together: my dad with a bowl of @cheerios and Bodie with a little puddle of milk to lick up, every single morning. Bodie, who acted like he was two years old until the day he passed away at almost 19 years old, would strangely grab any finger he could to suck on it like a baby sucks on its thumb. He wasn’t a cat; he was a dog. He played fetch, chased, came to his name, cuddled, licked, and didn’t care what you did to him as long as he could headbutt you so hard he would knock you over, but it was out of pure love. He was MY first animal that was all my own. He moved around with me to every new place I lived, and he was always loved by everyone. Seriously, ask anyone that knew him and they’d easily tell you he was genuinely the best cat, I swear I’m not biased. But yesterday, I had to put him down. It was out of nowhere. I came home from an incredible wedding weekend to my cat’s heart failing and there was nothing I can do. He was fine when I left. But within hours, was gone. I had him for 18 years and I’m thankful for that. I was in town luckily and got to be with him for his last moments and I’m thankful for that. He made me realize cats can sometimes (read: rarely) be cool and I’m thankful for that. My eyes are swollen. I keep calling his name. But he’s gone. And the worst part is that he felt like the last true connection to my dad. The last part I have to figure out how to let go of. This week sucks. Death sucks. Rest easy, Bodie and go cuddle with #raddad. I love you.