Monday, November 13, 2006

soggy sunday

I came home early on Sunday to go to a conference (which I am making my first appearance at this morning now) to find my cat deceased on the living room floor. On the upside, I have good reason to believe he died peacefully in his sleep of something congential and unpreventable (he was only 3, and not appearently ill). And it was the weekend instead of first thing Monday morning. Even so, I couldn't move him and had to call for help from someone amazing. The cat was "buried" in his carrier in a bin around the corner along with his toy and a pair of socks. He had a weird obsession with socks, clean or dirty. The poor guy (not exactly named) would even dig them out of my bag sometimes.

Happy trails little guy, and hope there's lot of dogs for you to chase and socks to be tossed around in pet heaven.

7 comments:

  1. Poor rookie buddy. I'm very sorry.

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  2. That's really tough, Em, I'm sorry. Let me know if there's anything I can do.

    --Jess L-T

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  3. Em! That's awful. I will remember your kitty fondly and hope the experience did not traumatize you too much. God! That's an awful thing to find.

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  4. Em, sorry to hear about your cat....let me know if I can do anything...
    Patti

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