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Mitzi died on July 4th. for those of you who don't know, she's the cat in the picture accompaning this post.
I was there when she passed. I've no idea how sick she had gotten, only that two days before, she was acting like she was doing fine. I honestly think it was her flea allergy that got her.
The day before, she was acting tired and where she was sleeping on the tub had the rusty stain that usually appears when she's got a bad flea problem. The morning of the 4th, she was looking really bad. Her eyes were glazed, her breathing was fast and shallow, and she couldn't walk steady. I called the Anti-Cruelty Society and found out I couldn't bring her in until the next morning. I made plans with Erik to catch a ride there.
When i got home later from buying paint for my new room, Mitzi was laying in the bathroom in the same condition. I pet her a bit and then grabbed a shower. When i got out, she was making this noise, kind of like a half growl/half meow. I pet her again to calm her down. She looked up, but her eyes were so glassy, I couldn't tell if she was able to see me or not. She made one last sound and then stopped breathing.
I spent the next couple hours or so bawling non-stop. She was my friend of 16 years. she had always been a highly affectionate and loyal cat. Sure, she could drive you nuts with her persistence and constant meowing for fresh water, but when she slept on your lap, or you woke up to her chewing on your hair, it was all worthwhile.
I remember when I was in high school, she would wait for me outside every morning and walk with me up to the bus stop. Every morning like clockwork. I'd get about 10 feet out the door and she'd come running up, meowing for attention. I'd pick her up and she'd start kneading me with her little paws.
I never got to see her as a kitten, although i wished many times I could've known what she was like when she was palm-sized.
One time, in 2000, she ran away. I was freaked out and worried that I'd never see her again. i put up signs all over the neighborhood that ended up getting ignored. Two weeks later, I get home from work and there she is on my doorstep, just waiting for me as if nothing happened.
Ashley's family offered their backyard garden for Mitzi to rest in and yesterday evening, she was buried there. She has a little gargoyle to watch over her and some nice flowers planted above her that will have her in them when they're fully grown.
I miss my kitty.
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