Hey, you guys are awesome… unbelievable. So much internet love and sympathy. Even the real life sympathy has been amazing… given the state of me one might well have thought I’d lost a family member. I won’t lie, it totally feels like I did.
This is the last Chino post, and it’s simply because I want to remember all the cool stuff, not because I’m seeking any further sympathies or warm fuzzies, I’ve so appreciated those I received. Really.
Remembering Chino
I delay going to bed till very late and when I get there I take drugs to sleep because Chino used to snuggle up under my chin and in the crook of my shoulder and stay there all night. Sleeping is not the same on my own.
It’s a lot easier to blog, because there isn’t a cat between the mac and my belly. He used to squirrel his way onto my lap regardless of the computer. I had to get used to typing with a somnolent cat’s face pressed into the crook of my elbow. It made typing a bit slower… a bit less comfortable… but it was well cute.
I still turn every time the wind chimes in the garden go off because they sound like the bell on his collar. The one that’s lying on my sideboard, the one that doesn’t ring any more.
I expect him to come running to the sound of my keys as I get out of my car at the end of a day at the office. If he didn’t come straight away it was usually because he was sacked out on the sofa after a day’s adventuring…
I really miss him running up the bench and fridge and skidding to a halt on the top of the dresser when he heard those same keys and knew he was about to get a treat as I made my way out the door. (He hadn’t cottoned on to the fact that he was getting the treat to prevent a fight at the doorway while he tried to get OUT… hah-haaaa suckkah!).
I miss opening the bathroom door and nearly tripping over him on my way out of the shower… he couldn’t bear a closed door…
I miss that he’d come running whenever he heard me pulling out a length of dental floss… it really was his favourite toy! Those crazy contorted pix I took of him some time ago were all about the floss… It go so I had to pull double the length I really needed to accommodate his need to try and attack the end…
I miss the hide and seek… a sure fire way to get him to come to you was to tease him by hiding, or pretending to hide behind a bush in the garden… or behind a door… if you kept peeking out at him and teasing him thus he was guaranteed to come running right back to get me… it was utterly irresistible to him!
I actually miss hearing him trying to break into my bedroom…
I miss rubbing my face in his belly… softer than rabbit fur…
That being said, I actually don’t miss the 6am starts.
The window climbing.
The anxious moments when he didn’t come when he was called.
The lizard presents.
But they’re small potatoes in comparison to missing the unconditional love. I could shut that cat out of my room, leave him on his own for the weekend (which I only did once, mind) spray the living daylights out of him at 2am and throw him off the bed when he was pissing me off.. and he’d STILL come running when he saw me at the end of the day… he’d still snuggle under my chin come bed time. He’d still throw himself at my feet and roll over for a belly rub.
When there ain’t anyone else in your house giving you that kind of loving it’s a pretty tough thing to let go.
BEAUTIFUL… And yes… I know that love. We are so lucky to have had it. You will have it again!
Still thinking about you…
ah, it’s a bugger all round. but good memories are good things – which is why I have photos of cats and dogs that have been with me over the years still in photo frames (packed away at present) which sat on my chest of drawers with the family photos. Because they were/are my family even though they’re gone.
Dude, it IS like losing a family member. I’d be utterly lost without my Puss.