Misty
I never wanted you in my life in the first place. I was allergic to cats, and even though it wasn't life threatening, I didn't want to deal with constant allergies. But we got you as a family and I was overruled. Oh my god were you annoying at first. It seemed like you never slept. Which for you meant I couldn't sleep either. You'd wake me up 5 nights a night and made your self right at home walking on my face. Then the claws really came in, and I would always have scratches all over. You took to climbing up my pants by digging in your claws like a fish takes to water. And don't get me started on the biting. Any time I'd try and pet you you would attack my hand. All the while, I was suffering from allergies every day. But then, as time passed, I guess you just got use to me. You started letting me pet you, briefly at least. You started sleeping in my room occasionally, and not just coming in to wake me up. You became something bearable to live with, but still not my friend.
I still remember the day that changed. I was having a really rough day, so I skipped work and was just going to cry in my bed all day. You appeared on my bed at one point and started meowing. You nudged my head with yours until I looked at you. And you licked my nose for the first time. Anyone who tells you animals don't have emotions doesn't know what they're talking about. You knew I needed a friend and you were there for me. After that day you would cuddle with me and lay on my chest when I slept. Even though you couldn't respond, I could tell you anything, and you'd sit there looking at me, sometimes I swear listening. You were always there for me.
I could see things getting worse towards the end. You ran less. You couldn't jump as well. You took the stairs one at a time. Sometimes the crust would build up so much in your eyes that you couldn't open them, and I'd be there to wipe it out for you. On your last night... you would wobble when you walked. I had spent a lot of time with you that day, and I wanted some time to play video games, so I left you for a bit. I thought I'd get more time with you. I didn't think I'd never get to see you alive again. I'm so sorry I wasn't there with you in the end.
Thinking back now to how I felt about you in the beginning, and how I wasn't there for you at your end, I hate myself. I know you knew I was your friend, just like I know you were mine. Best friends. I'll always remember you, Misty. 19 years wasn't enough time. It wasn't nearly enough.
I never wanted you in my life in the first place. I was allergic to cats, and even though it wasn't life threatening, I didn't want to deal with constant allergies. But we got you as a family and I was overruled. Oh my god were you annoying at first. It seemed like you never slept. Which for you meant I couldn't sleep either. You'd wake me up 5 nights a night and made your self right at home walking on my face. Then the claws really came in, and I would always have scratches all over. You took to climbing up my pants by digging in your claws like a fish takes to water. And don't get me started on the biting. Any time I'd try and pet you you would attack my hand. All the while, I was suffering from allergies every day. But then, as time passed, I guess you just got use to me. You started letting me pet you, briefly at least. You started sleeping in my room occasionally, and not just coming in to wake me up. You became something bearable to live with, but still not my friend.
I still remember the day that changed. I was having a really rough day, so I skipped work and was just going to cry in my bed all day. You appeared on my bed at one point and started meowing. You nudged my head with yours until I looked at you. And you licked my nose for the first time. Anyone who tells you animals don't have emotions doesn't know what they're talking about. You knew I needed a friend and you were there for me. After that day you would cuddle with me and lay on my chest when I slept. Even though you couldn't respond, I could tell you anything, and you'd sit there looking at me, sometimes I swear listening. You were always there for me.
I could see things getting worse towards the end. You ran less. You couldn't jump as well. You took the stairs one at a time. Sometimes the crust would build up so much in your eyes that you couldn't open them, and I'd be there to wipe it out for you. On your last night... you would wobble when you walked. I had spent a lot of time with you that day, and I wanted some time to play video games, so I left you for a bit. I thought I'd get more time with you. I didn't think I'd never get to see you alive again. I'm so sorry I wasn't there with you in the end.
Thinking back now to how I felt about you in the beginning, and how I wasn't there for you at your end, I hate myself. I know you knew I was your friend, just like I know you were mine. Best friends. I'll always remember you, Misty. 19 years wasn't enough time. It wasn't nearly enough.
