02/11/2011
01/06/2011
bath
I couldn't decide on a favorite because he's just too damn cute.
01/02/2011
12/31/2010
Raskal, my beloved
How can one cat bring so much joy, every single day? I look back at the old photos from his kittenhood and can't believe it's only been 5 years since that snowy day in january that we brought him home.
About every 10 minutes he would knock something off a shelf or pull over a vase of flowers to drink the water. He lived up to his name.
He was also the most loving, affectionate cat I've ever known. He liked to ride around on my shoulder, bury his face in my neck, greet everyone with leg rubs, lay across my neck in the morning, my mouth and nose full of his soft fluff.
Everyone who met him remarked at his beautiful and enormous fluffy tail. When he was well, he was a huge, clumsy ball of mischief and love.
People talk about those epic relationships with certain animals, the ones that are so deep and connected and unforgettable. That's what I felt with my baby Raskal.
I thought we would have at least 15 years together, and how it ended up being only 5, I will never understand.
We returned from our trip to find him distant, distraught and a few pounds lighter. Something was very wrong.
Last night at the vet he slept in my lap; my scarf was a pillow for his little head. I marveled over his incredible beauty as I dropped tears into his soft fur.
I still can't believe he is gone. His fur remains on his favorite perch by the front window. Boyfren sleeps alone in the patch of sun on the bed. I can't pick him up and walk around the house with him on my shoulder, singing a song about his vices and virtues.
Last night I asked Moni: do you think I kissed him at least 2 million times? I hope it was more.
I know it's still so fresh, and that I will soon pull myself out of this puddle, but until then I have no idea what to do with myself suddenly in a life without that sweet soul.
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