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Remembering Kayla

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Kayla would have been 21 today.

But sadly, I had to say goodbye to her quite suddenly the second weekend in May 2010.

I don’t think a day goes by that she doesn’t at the very least cross my mind. This cat came into my life one January day in 1992, and was a part of my life for more than 18 years.

I can’t even begin to list all the little memories of her, of all the stuff that made one little cat such an extremely important part of my life.

But when we got her, the previous owners gave us her “papers,” which included the official certified birthdate of October 4, 1990. And especially in her final years, this was a date that held extra importance to me.

I’m not even sure what words I’m looking for or how to put them in the right order to truly convey my thoughts and memory and that exact feeling I wish I could get across right now.

I miss my little cat.

She would have been 21 today.

Happy Birthday, Zig!

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Because he came from a shelter and there’s no documentation of his specific date of birth, we’re celebrating his birthday as the day Dad brought Ziggy home from the shelter. The vet(s) guessed that Zig was about 2, so that’s the age we’ve stuck with. Which makes today officially his 3rd birthday!

He’s an amazing kitty, and has been SUCH a bright spot in (speaking only for myself) my life, a huge joy to have around.

Though I hadn’t had any intention of letting another cat into my heart so soon after losing Kayla, and even swearing up and down to myself that he’d simply be “a cat,” Zig’s broken through those barriers. Which can’t really be a surprise, as all it took was one look at a single photo of him from the shelter for me to adore this cat.

More great memories with him in the last year than I could adequately try to capture in a single, brief blog post. But if a picture is worth a thousand words, here’s an extra-lengthy piece:

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Remembering my cat…one year later.

I don’t even know where to begin…not for this public post. Not with emotions stirred up and raw tonight.

One year ago, after several days of processing a leukemia diagnosis given my cat, I received The Call, and my mom informed me that she was gone.

Just gone, just like that.

I never got to say goodbye.

In my wildest imaginings, in the worst-case-scenario I’d pictured…it never dawned on me until that moment that I would never see Christy again.

So life goes on. It’s been a year.

The feelings seem fresher than ever, perhaps for noting this morbid anniversary.

And maybe some would suggest I forget, that it’s not that big a deal, that she was “just a cat,” or whatever.

But I can’t do that. I won’t do that.

This cat was part of my life for 13 1/2 years, virtually half my life.

And other than my other cat–Kayla–and my sister and parents–there has been no other (human or otherwise) that has been SUCH a constant to this point in my life.

Tonight, I sat down thinking to take several minutes and copy/paste a handful of photos into a single image file. Time passed quickly, and when I next thought about it, well over an hour had passed, and I had this image (below). Click on the image/link for the full-size image.