Goodbyes Suck


Rest in peace, my Poncho baby boy. You were sometimes a cantankerous, don’t-pet-me-anywhere-but-on-the-top-of-my-head-or-I’ll-bite-your-hand-off, wait-around-the-corner-and-jump-out-at-the-dog-to-scare-the-living-shit-out-of-him, you-will-think-about-declawing-me-in-my-middle-age-because-the-toddler-seems-like-a-fantastic-if-mobile-scratching-post kinda cat, but you were also a purring, fireplace-loving, can-find-a-sunny-spot-in-the-house-on-the-cloudiest-Seattle-day, warm-my-peoples-feet-up-in-the-middle-of-the-night kinda cat… and you were my first baby. I will so very much miss your feisty and always charming little spirit.

9 thoughts on “Goodbyes Suck

  1. Oh, I’m so sorry about the loss of your cat. My beloved cat is battling cancer after 4 years in the clear. It’s so hard with pets. We’re from Seattle too, but left a decade ago for the dry SW (it’s monsooning now, which is like Seattle rain x 100).
    Take good care…

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