Anonymous
People have called me a crazy cat lady for as long as I can remember.
People make jokes about my cats.
But they are my world.
People have continuously let me down.
My cats never have.
Darius was my best friend.
He loved cuddles, scratches, sun spots and eating!
He died in April 2022 from kidney disease.
Butler aka Butlababy doesn’t cuddle, but he is always near.
John Dorian doesn’t cuddle, but he is always near.
Those young boys love to play! They bring me laughter and joy.
Rudy aka Rue sometimes cuddles, and when she does it is wonderful. Otherwise, she is at least always near.
She has one eye.
Rudy has been my ride-or-die since she was a kitten. She is 13 now.
We have become more and more neurotic together as we age, in the best way.
And Donnie…
I took in Donnie in January when his owner passed away from cancer.
He was a man named Brian who loved animals so much.
I became pregnant with my last/final pregnancy soon after adopting Donnie.
Crippling anxiety ensued.
Donnie and I became each other’s safety blankets.
He cuddled me every night.
I lost the pregnancy, and he continued to cuddle me every night.
It is now August, and he has stage 3 kidney disease.
I don’t know how I will cope when it is his time to go.
I find myself grieving Donnie, and he isn’t even gone yet.
He’s on my lap as I write this.
My cats are my world.
