my cat post

So for those of you who didn't know, my cat died on Thursday (03/03). He had been sick for a few months now, roughly four, with pancreatic cancer. It was particularly painful during the last few months, watching him become depressed and lethargic, his body slowly deteriorating. But I won't dwell on those memories. Instead I think I'm going to think of the better times.

I kind of always joked that my cat was my awesome boyfriend-cat. That's because he'd always be here when I got home, waiting to hang out with me. Always there to comfort me when I was in a bad mood, or when I was upset, or when I was sick. He'd eat french fries with me, watch TV with me, hide with me when it was cold. My favorite is when I'd wake up and he had plopped himself on my forehead and all I'd see is fur. I realize he's a pet or whatever but I still can't help but feel pretty bummed. Now all I come home to is my room, empty, furless, and quiet.

Anyway, here are some of my favorite photos of my cat. RIP Pooky. Miss you.