Yesterday my beautiful big white cat, Chihiro, passed away.
I found her laying at the front door where she napped. She looked like she was sleeping and I didn't realise she had died until my friend tapped her.
We often called her 'dead cat' because she was always partially deaf and would sleep so deeply that it sometimes would take a few goes to wake her up. When she did she would make a little chip sound.
This time though she really was.
During the night she would either sleep at the foot of our bed, but usually she slept in the bedroom doorway, so I would have to step over her during the night when I have to go to the toilet.
Last night it broke my heart to realise she wasn't there anymore.
Every morning she would wait in the bath for me to run a little water for her to drink. If you took your time she would have a fussy fit and stamp her feet.
Sometimes Squish would join her but since the bathroom was her room he tended to stay out.
Squish is confused about what has happened. He has been going back to where she died to try and find her. This morning he waited in the bath for her to come, refusing to drink and looking towards the door as if she was going to run in.
During the night he jumped up in the bed for extra cuddles.
I stayed home today, and Squish has been with me for most of it.
We got her as a kitten in May 2004. She was a rascal. She had a stuffed snoopy toy - I always felt guilty that I threw it away went it got too dirty and bedraggled. She used to chew on cords - especially through expensive headphone cables. She used to wake me up during the night by squeezing inbetween the headboard and the wall, then she was swat at me through the decorative holes - smacking me in the head.
She was actually a him - the vet didn't even realise until we had her desexed - mid operation! All her bits had been tucked up inside her.
Lately she had arthritis and struggled to jump. We had been talking about putting in some steps so she could climb up in the bed easily.
She still liked to play, especially hide and seek. She would come out of hiding and pat you playfully, then she would run away expecting you to chase her. Then she would hide again. We only played it four days ago, but I accidentally stepped on her feet twice. She was dirty with me and hid for a few hours, but then she came out and forgave me by giving me a rub and a purr.
She usually used her scratching post, she would play with the ball on a string as well. But if she wanted my attention she would climb up on the arm of our couch and scratch.
Two days ago she came up and bit me without any warning at all, but that was about as naughty as she got.
I wish I had taken more photos of her over the holidays, she was so cute and loved me being home. I had been promising that in a little while I would be home full time, with a baby as well.
She liked this pregnancy business, it meant I would take more afternoon naps so she could snuggle up to me and lay in the air conditioning. Within minutes of me turning the air con on she would appear. She also liked when I had all day 'morning' sickness because then it was one big all day nap for her.
I'm grateful that I had been able to spend so much time with her in the last fortnight.
I loved her very much and she loved me. I'll miss her.