1-10-13, the day.

  A year to the day since my beloved Blacky Cat died.

I got him when he was 8 weeks old in 2000.

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He grew into a wonderfully handsome cat:

I grew grass for him, in my 8th floor apartment.

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"Outside" for him was either in the hallway:

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Or out on my balcony, where more grass grew for him:

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He ate up some most of my indoor plants:

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And he really liked licking the coffee grounds:

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He had his own drawer in the kitchen:

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And he really liked to sleep in his cat carrier under my bed:

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He loved my Navy blanket:

Before he got diabetes, 3 years before he died, he was up to over 16 pounds.  For a thousand days, I gave him insulin shots mornings and nights, and he did not die of diabetes.

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He was a good cat:

And I miss him very much.  There was someone waiting for me when I got home; he’d sniff me up to smell where I had been.  He’d lie with me and sleep while I watched TV, or jump up into my lap while I wrote here.

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I still "have" a dozen cats…

But the best one is gone.

He was oh so important to me and when he was here, I wasn’t alone.

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He was sort of hard on the screen door:

But I didn’t really mind, and it got replaced anyway when they put new windows into the apartment.

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He really liked my friend and former wife from Japan:

She was "The Turkey Lady" for him; she always bought deli sliced turkey for him and he knew who I meant when I told him the turkey lady was coming.

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He had a nice cat voice.

He is gone and I will never see or hear him again, and I miss him terribly.

A year has passed, a year to the day, and the hurt is a little less than it was the day after he died, but I miss him, and have to know and feel that I gave him the best life I could.

He was my companion in this life, for part of it and almost all of his.

( I made it this far with out crying, but, well, what can I say, I loved my cat )

Rest in Peace, Blacky Cat

 

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