I know I usually write about the absolute stupidest things my brain can conjure, but I'm a little off my game right now. I had to put my best friend to sleep this past weekend. My eleven year-old cat Shakespeare became very suddenly and very seriously ill. He was actually probably sick for a while, but he was such a tough cat that he never showed any symptoms. He was my first baby and he will be very deeply missed.
Those of you with animals know they are more than just pets; they are part of the family. I've never lost anyone close to me before and I don't understand why his brush and toys are still here but he's not. I miss the strangest things about him. He loved water so I haven't taken a solo shower in over a decade. He loved the holidays. He would run to the door every time a trick-or-treater rang our doorbell. He loved the Christmas tree and was constantly covered in glitter from using the low hanging ornaments to brush his back. He would wait patiently while we opened presents on Christmas morning because he knew his turn was coming and it was going to be awesome. He had to wash his paws in his water bowl after every time he ate. Then he would move the bowl into the middle of the walkway because he not so secretly enjoyed watching me kick it over every freaking morning (and slip in the spilled water) and yell "Gawddamnmotherfuckingsonofabitch!" Almost twelve years and I never learned. He was smarter than us all.
I haven't been able to process the loss yet to form any kind of coherent sentences, so I'll just share some pictures.
Shakespeare was a better parent to my son than I'll ever be. They've been inseparable pretty much since we brought The Boy home from the hospital.
This is the nest he made in the middle of the living room floor from the tissue paper he dug out of my baby shower gifts. Shakespeare was the only one who ever got a pass on my OCD madness. I let him keep this chaos for a month. Anytime I even talked of cleaning it up he would throw himself of top of it protectively and give me a look that said, "I will shit somewhere you will only be able to smell but never find. You know I will."
This is him just days before he passed, laying on BabyTK's blanket and using her doll as a pillow. He's pretending to be asleep in hopes he won't get evicted from this forbidden zone.
I liked this cat better than just about any person I've ever met. He was a better person than most people. My spot on the couch won't ever be the same without him.