my cat marlowe
Raymi,
I got hooked on your blog sometime in 2004 or 5, I think. I’ve checked in at least once or twice a week ever since.
I wrote you once before–just a one-off, throwaway “hi, love your blog” thing.
I’m sending a pic of my cat because I had to take him to the vet for the last time last night.
I miss him and I’ve been a mess all day. It was/is so much harder than I had prepared for.
I don’t know what is motivating me to send this to you, but I’m going with it. I know cid is a big part of your lives, so I’m sorry if this is an intrusive bummer.
Marlowe loved to drink from the faucet. He would sit on the bathroom sink and wait for me to get out of the shower and then pester me until I turned on the cold water. He’d sit and drink while I put in my contacts.
He had bad farts sometimes. He always looked guilty when he let one go, especially if he happened to be in my lap when he did it.
Anyway, I just wanted someone to know he was my best bud from the time he was a kitten and it really sucks that I only got to spend eleven years with him.
Gog
siiigh, to marlowe.
being a pet lover/owner is a slippery slope cos we know that inevitably our little buddy will leave before us but our lives are all the more richer for ever having them in it and they make us better people.
Christmas ’09 blockbuster: Marlowe & Me