Thursday, August 02, 2007
So long my fuzzy friend
Mid-way through graduate school I found myself in love with a furry orange ball I named Dewey. He was a terror, he ate my stuff, he bit, he scratched. Molly, our lab mix, adopted him as her baby and kept him clean. Despite his rotten behavior we grew attached to him and he picked up an array of nicknames: SOK - Satan's own kitten; douche; douche bag; and little f**ker, to name a few. We tried to keep him indoors but he became an expert escape artist, so we conceded.
Friday morning I found Dewey dead in the front yard as I was heading to a meeting. It seems that he must have been hit by a car and somehow found his way back to our yard. I don't want to know what happened and I want to believe he didn't suffer. His time with us was very short, but we miss him terribly nonetheless.
This has not been an easy year, I'm still looking for work and trying to keep our heads above water hasn't always gone smoothly. The loss of my friend and kitty has been a bit of a thorny addition to a difficult year. Here's hoping he finds lots of catnip and upholstered furniture in heaven.
Scritches to all the kitties out there,