Dudes. I cannot stop crying.
It's all this blog entry's fault. I am not kidding. It's amazing how words can affect you. If you click that link and read it, be sure you have a box of tissues sitting nearby.
It's rather old (2007), and I stumbled on it quite by accident. The writer of that blog, Laurie (aka: Crazy Aunt Purl) is a knitter, with a knack for writing. She's usually hilarious, and the blog itself is well-written and witty and, obviously, not always about knitting. She sometimes writes about or posts pictures of her cats (among many other things).
I noticed that she had common subjects for her posts listed in the sidebar, and one of these was called "Insane Kitty Posse." I clicked, hoping to find cute pictures of her kitties with funny descriptions. There were! But then there was THE entry. About the cat she'd lost. The one that made ME lose it.
I was at work when I found it, and did not realize at first how very sad it was. When I did, it took all my effort to not burst into tears right there. I clicked away; tried not to think about it.
At home that night, however, I kept thinking about it. Kept thinking about that other cat and Crazy Aunt Purl as I played with and cuddled my own kitteh.
Today at home, I broke down and read it. The whole entire entry, not skipping a word, despite the fact that I was sobbing throughout. Not just tears and sniffles, but gasping sobs. And I can't stop! (I'm crying as I write this). I'm not really sure why. It is always extremely sad when someone loses a pet. I avoid the "Support and Encouragement" section of my Cat Lady Forum expressly for this reason (I'm such a pathetic softy). But my own cat is very much alive, healthy, and rambunctious.
But, I worry about him constantly, of course. I think because I would never forgive myself if something happened to him. I promised to take this little creature into my home, to love him and protect him, to care for him, and by God, that's what I'm going to do, come hell or high water. And so I cried (and still cry) with the dread of knowing that one day (hopefully far far in the future *knocks on wood*) I will have to let him go. That despite my efforts, one day I will lose him. My fur-baby.
[Let me disclaimer here and fully admit that its that time of the month, so that might be part of my problem.]
You can read more about this in the actual entry, but the kitty in THE entry (named Roy) had a tough life before he met Laurie, the knitting lady. He was horribly abused (cigarette burns on his ears, teeth kicked out), and so I cry because I can't fucking stand it when people are so cruel and mean to animals (I'm not going to mince words here: I hope they burn in hell). My kitty has had an easy and spoiled life compared to poor Roy.
Happily, though, Roy found a good home. He loved and was loved in return. And I happy-cry that, despite the fact that he was old and beaten when he met Laurie, he was adopted by her and had happy years with her before he got sick. It's so horribly sad. She has pictures of him in her post and he had the sweetest face. How could you ever be mean to that face? I just don't get it. I'm glad they found each other.
Also, I will never ever be able to listen to "Danny's Song" the same way ever again.
It's all this blog entry's fault. I am not kidding. It's amazing how words can affect you. If you click that link and read it, be sure you have a box of tissues sitting nearby.
It's rather old (2007), and I stumbled on it quite by accident. The writer of that blog, Laurie (aka: Crazy Aunt Purl) is a knitter, with a knack for writing. She's usually hilarious, and the blog itself is well-written and witty and, obviously, not always about knitting. She sometimes writes about or posts pictures of her cats (among many other things).
I noticed that she had common subjects for her posts listed in the sidebar, and one of these was called "Insane Kitty Posse." I clicked, hoping to find cute pictures of her kitties with funny descriptions. There were! But then there was THE entry. About the cat she'd lost. The one that made ME lose it.
I was at work when I found it, and did not realize at first how very sad it was. When I did, it took all my effort to not burst into tears right there. I clicked away; tried not to think about it.
At home that night, however, I kept thinking about it. Kept thinking about that other cat and Crazy Aunt Purl as I played with and cuddled my own kitteh.
Today at home, I broke down and read it. The whole entire entry, not skipping a word, despite the fact that I was sobbing throughout. Not just tears and sniffles, but gasping sobs. And I can't stop! (I'm crying as I write this). I'm not really sure why. It is always extremely sad when someone loses a pet. I avoid the "Support and Encouragement" section of my Cat Lady Forum expressly for this reason (I'm such a pathetic softy). But my own cat is very much alive, healthy, and rambunctious.
But, I worry about him constantly, of course. I think because I would never forgive myself if something happened to him. I promised to take this little creature into my home, to love him and protect him, to care for him, and by God, that's what I'm going to do, come hell or high water. And so I cried (and still cry) with the dread of knowing that one day (hopefully far far in the future *knocks on wood*) I will have to let him go. That despite my efforts, one day I will lose him. My fur-baby.
[Let me disclaimer here and fully admit that its that time of the month, so that might be part of my problem.]
You can read more about this in the actual entry, but the kitty in THE entry (named Roy) had a tough life before he met Laurie, the knitting lady. He was horribly abused (cigarette burns on his ears, teeth kicked out), and so I cry because I can't fucking stand it when people are so cruel and mean to animals (I'm not going to mince words here: I hope they burn in hell). My kitty has had an easy and spoiled life compared to poor Roy.
Happily, though, Roy found a good home. He loved and was loved in return. And I happy-cry that, despite the fact that he was old and beaten when he met Laurie, he was adopted by her and had happy years with her before he got sick. It's so horribly sad. She has pictures of him in her post and he had the sweetest face. How could you ever be mean to that face? I just don't get it. I'm glad they found each other.
Also, I will never ever be able to listen to "Danny's Song" the same way ever again.
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