My cat, Stash, died this morning in the middle of the daily bustle to get Hugo and Daddy out the door. She was 14. She lived with me through my young adulthood, divorce, remarriage and motherhood. She was a good mew through it all.
Stash reduced her expectations of me when I became a mom. I lost a lot of the patience I used to have for her with the overwhelming responsibility of caring for a child. But she didn’t complain, other than uttering the occasional “Merf.” She learned to approach my husband when she wanted attention.
I think she was happiest when she could roam throughout a house in search of sun puddles. Stash lived with me in six different places! She was almost always gentle and generally followed the few rules of the house that applied to cats. I had a much bigger blog post written, but the whole thing got deleted when I hit the backspace key. I’ll take that as a sign to keep it short.
My friend made this Egyptian cat sendoff, which is on sale here. I can’t think of anything more appropriate.