Farewell, Renfield

The love of my life died this morning. He was the sweetest cat in the whole world for the last seventeen years, and I will miss him horribly. I wanted to pour out my pain in words, but the words won’t come.

3 Responses to “Farewell, Renfield”

  1. Oh, man. I just read your last post, and now this! I am so so so sorry.

  2. Thank you.

    He was my “child” and I feel very sad. And weird. I can’t decide where to bury his body, so it’s still curled up in the sunny spot on the patio where he died, looking merely asleep, but he won’t wake up and purr at me. and I can’t stop crying. I don’t want to put him in the cold, damp clay, and leave him all alone, in the dark.

    I think I’m going crazy.

  3. Update: Mister J picked a spot, and dug a hole. I wept as I placed my poor baby, swaddled in a towel that he liked to sit on for some strange cat reason, in the hole, and we had a little funeral. It was a simple affair. The sermon, in its entirety - “I’m gonna miss him. Honey, why don’t you go inside?”

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