A few weeks ago I got a message from Ryan. Our cat Norton had died suddenly. My heart sank. Norton had only been “my” cat for a few years, but I’d grown to love him so much. I doubt I’ll ever meet a cat like him again. Cuddly and friendly to everyone. Even people who don’t like cats couldn’t help but like Norton. He loved being around his humans or cuddling with the other cats. Sometimes he’d escape the house and worry us to death, but he always managed to find his way back. Probably because he was hungry for tortilla chips. He really did eat tortilla chips. One of a kind, that cat.
I miss him.
Then just a week or so later, Ryan messaged me again. Our cat Delylia was really sick and he was on the way to vet with her. The next message was that she didn’t make it. I was in shock. Thankfully her death was not related to Norton’s, and the rest of the cats have been given a clean bill of health.
I was not looking for a cat the day I found Delylia. A shelter had set up outside of a pet store, and of course I stopped to give the animals some love. When I picked up Delylia, she cuddled into my arms like she thought they were the safest place in the world. I promptly wrote a check to the shelter for $50 and took her home with me. She was always a little scared (sometimes a lot scared), but gosh I loved that cat. I don’t know what the year or so was like that she lived before she found me, but I don’t think it was pleasant. I hope the years she got to spend with us made up for whatever happened to her before.
I miss her too.
They were laid to rest next to each other, and in a weird way, that gives me some comfort. They liked to cuddle up next to each other, so it seems right that they’re next to each other now.
I’ll see you later my two furry little friends. I’m sure of it.
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