Two years without Fur

Life

This is going to be a really serious post for me, since it’s about my old cat Marble. I lost her 2 years ago in October to old age. She was 16 years old.

 

I still miss her to this day. I think about her a lot and I know that I’ll never really be able to replace her in my heart. Though, I do want more cats. I want to be able to help cats that don’t have homes so I really want to be able to adopt or foster, but my current condo doesn’t allow pets at all (This includes fish, believe it or not)

 

It’s hard for me to live without a furry feline friend. I love cats dearly (Even more than people probably) so not being able to have one is hard on my heart. The moment I can move into a new place, I will adopt some cats and love them dearly.

 

It’s really hard to move on from the death of a pet though. I’m an only child, so to me, Marble was like a younger (furry) little sister. I would read to her when I was little. She listened to my problems and smacked me around if I was complaining about something stupid. (I’m serious) And she always slept on my feet at night.

 

When she passed I was in college, so I couldn’t be there for her and I still beat myself up about it to this day, even though I know there was nothing I could have done about it. I locked myself in my room and only communicated to 2 people via Skype chat. (I know, it was a bit overdramatic I guess) My friends that I talked to during that tough time helped a lot though, I would have been an even bigger emotional wreck if it wasn’t for them.

 

So, Marble. I still love you and I miss you all the time. You were the best kitty ever and I hope maybe during this spooky month you can be a little ghost cat around my condo. That would be nice. (Just don’t  knock all my hair ties under the fridge)

By Jess

A bookworm since the tender age of whenever I stopped chewing on books and started actually reading them. A cat-mom, graphic designer, and introvert originally from Pittsburgh, but now resides in the humid, hot, state of Texas. Cheers!

  • Hugs!
    When I was living in Japan I had a cat named Sherbet. I had to give her up when I moved to Germany – a nice family took her in. I live with 2 cats now but nothing will replace my Sherbie. I miss her so much.

  • I always think about my 2 cats that passed away over the last 2 years as well. I still have 2 cats now, but my little furry army has dwindled and it's so sad. We always talk about our ghost cats, I hope they're hanging around too. *hugs*