Feel free to skip this, because it’s full of the sad.
A week ago today, we had to put our sweet girl, Morrighan, down. She’d lost a lot of weight, and despite feeding her a bland diet of bone broth and boiled chicken (gag) she wasn’t putting it back on. As it turns out, her kidneys were full of cancer.
We made the horrible (but ultimately best) decision to put her down. It’s never an easy decision to make. But it feels so much harder to come to terms with because she was so young. Not even 10 yet. Usually, our cats live between 16-18 years.
It’s been extra awful because Willow, her litter mate, has been wandering around the house crying for her. And I keep finding her laying in the weird hidey holes her sister liked to lay in. Places that Willow’s never been interested in before.
We we adopted them, Matt said that we had to get them both because splitting them up would be like splitting up me and my sister, Cait. It made me cry happy tears when he said it. Now, the memory of it just makes me cry, period.
And honestly, I just fucking miss her. She’d hang out with me, for hours while I worked, and she’d sleep on my pillow at night. I miss her purr and her meow and her constant chatting with me. She was kind of a mouthy cat and would chatter. She’d also help me knit. And crawl under the covers at night to play cave kitten. Or play blanket monster while attacking out feet.
I know that there are people who might think that going from a house with four cats to three wouldn’t be a huge deal or even very noticeable. But I feel her absence constantly. And it really fucking hurts.
That’s it for me, today. I’m going to go cuddle Willow and check out the other posts. Hug your critters for me.
7 thoughts on “Brain Dump: The Sad Morrighan Edition”
I’m so sorry you’re going such a hard time. She sounds like the best of companions. It’s so hard to lose a part of your life.
I’m so sorry, sweetie! And I totally understand. I went from 3 cats (Fiona, Max and Warlock) to 2 when I had to let Fiona go. It was devastating because Fiona was my first cat. She was the one to teach me that cats were amazing and magic and so special. I’m sending you magic hugs and letting you know that your baby is happy and healthy again. She’s playing and, I bet, hanging out with Fiona and having a ball till we show up.
ALL THE TEARS! And losing any member of the family is huge. No one and no creature is interchangeable. When Halo got out and never came back it was the same thing. Just this weird empty space. Sending hugs, sweetie. She was one lucky cat to spend her time with you and your family. It doesn’t make it any easier. I know.
Oh goddess I feel your pain. We lost our persnickety, grumpy, fickle Xander-cat last year and even though he mostly acted like we were the devil, I miss his rare moments of mad purrs. Even harder to lose a cat who is so much a part of your life, no matter how many pets you have. (((((Bronwyn)))))
Thank you so much, Sadie. <3 I miss her every single day.