I’m writing today with the heaviest of hearts. When I was little (I mean, VERY little. Think like 5ish years young) we got a kitten. Okay, we got two kittens. But one was mine, whether anyone liked it or not. I named her Chubby even though she was the runt of the litter, and even though I probably had no idea what Chubby meant. I’m pretty sure it was because I thought her cheeks were so chubby and squishable. 🙂
She followed me everywhere. She slept on my bed. She listened to my elementary school troubles. She listened to my middle school drama. She followed me when I moved bedrooms. She was by my side when I was sick. When I was diagnosed with Crohn’s Disease.
I sat with her through her shots, through surgery, through infections. I laid out in the lawn under the warm sun with her when her bones started to ache from kitty arthritis.
My little kid brain imagined her being like my kitty nanny. She took care of me when I felt like I had no one else to turn to. We were inseparable.
Until yesterday. Yesterday, at least 18 years after we first said hello, we said goodbye for the last time.
Goodbye, my special girl. I will love you forever.