Pickles

On July 9th I lost my soul cat, Pickles. I don’t even know how I’m going to get through writing this without crying my eyes out. I’ve been trying to distract myself with the new Tony Hawk game, but as soon as the 2 minute timer is up she’s all I think about. And miss. She was a daddy’s girl, for sure. The sweetest girl I’ve ever known. I’m not used to writing something like this on my computer and not having her rub her face against the corner of the screen. She always loved helping me work. Any kind of creative work I’ve done over the last 12 years you can guarantee she was either laying down next to me on my desk, or sometimes on top of whatever I was working on. Her idea of ‘work’ was getting pets, and you can best believe she was a hard worker.

I adopted her in 2013 and the thing that you first noticed about Pickles was her tail was only half as long as it should have been. I don’t know what happened, I wish I did, but I promised her that nothing bad would happen as long as her dad was around. I hope she doesn’t think I broke that promise because I did everything I could. I just wanted her to be okay. I was right next to her at the end, I know she saw me. But still. It just breaks my heart.

She was my baby for so long and through so much. She loved to lay right on top of me, something I had to try and stop her from doing when I had a colostomy bag but she still tried. She was happier when I got rid of the bag than I was so she could take her seat back on me again.

Pickles was one of those cats that just always wanted to be a good girl, and she always was a good girl. She was just always so good and so sweet. She loved her good girl treats, her wet food lunches, and her annoying baby sister Darla. She loved laying in bed between mom and dad. She loved being brushed, and scratches behind the ears. I know she’s now with her big sister Lucy somewhere. I just wish they were both still here with me.