Eighteen years ago, on April 18th, my husband and I brought home a teeny-tiny black, gray and brown stripey kitten from the local humane society. We named her Nimue because I’m a giant nerd, and she was my baby. She had the most beautiful sage green eyes and would purr whenever she was with me. She was shy and a little skittish around other people, but she loved me.
She laid by my side while I worked and kept me company with every book I wrote – even the pile of crap ones that’ll never see the light of day. She was unimpressed when I bought the boys home from the hospital, but quickly took over the role of “Mom Cat” and would do her best Timmy’s-in-the-well-Lassie-impersonation whenever one of them would cry or doing something she didn’t approve of.
Over the last year, she’s grown understandably more feeble and a little blind and had taken to hiding for hours at a time – cupboards and bookshelves being her favorite spots. When she wouldn’t answer last night when I called, my husband went looking for her. He found her curled up on a bookshelf, looking like she’d simply fallen asleep. I’m grateful that she went peacefully, but I miss her like mad.
Oh, honey. I’m so sorry about Nimue.
It’s amazing how much a part of our lives they become. My heart goes out to you, but it sounds like you had many wonderful years with her.
I’m sorry. You know I understand. She’ll live in your heat forever.
I am so sorry for your sadness!
I’m so sorry for your loss, Bron. Sounds like she had a pretty good life with you and was well loved.
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Bron, I’m so sorry for your loss – inadequate words.
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So sorry to hear about Nimue. I know a peaceful departure isn’t much of a comfort at the moment. It sounds like she had a wonderful life with you and your family.
*Hugs*
Kim Dare.
So sorry, honey. Lots of hugs!