This past Saturday Nick and I had to let Only go. One of the hardest days of our lives. It was kidney failure that progressed so fast, we barely saw it coming. Needless to say, we have been kind of a wreck ever since.
13 years old, not terrible old for a cat, but he was still an old man. We adopted him from the humane society when he was a tiny baby kitten. We went to explore the options, to see if we really even wanted a cat that could be a animal sibling to Washer. We were only suppose to look, that’s it. I remember very clearly going into the cat room and playing with like 20 cats and kittens and Only (they were calling him sergeant pepper then) was the most crazy, energetic,lovable cat there was. It was instant love and the next day he was ours. We brought him home in a carrier and the very first thing he did when we let him out into his new home was to scratch a deep gash into Washers nose (he had a scar for the rest of his life). It was fitting. Only owned Washer. He would sneak attack his tail and bite at his face while they played all the time. It was the funniest shit to watch. a 75 lb dog getting his ass kicked by a 10 lb cat. Those were some of the best time ever. After we lost Washer, it was just the three of us.
When not inside being lazy, sitting in front of the window, or hiding behinding the couch, he was outside, where he was the happiest. He loved sitting on the neighbors porch sunbathing or in hiding in the bushes in the back yard. He didn’t stray to far, he liked to be close to home. He really was most happy being outside so we let him outside all summer but made him come inside for meals, and we made him come inside for the winter months. (Which I think he was ok with. I mean, he got to lay around on heated floors. Who wouldn’t like that?)
It’s funny, not a lot of people knew Only. He was scared of the kids and hid from anyone that came into the house. He didn’t like other cats and the only dog he ever could be around was Washer. He was pretty much exactly like us, a recluse that ran away from everyone. He only really spent time with us, and honestly, more Nick. He loved Nick more then anyone. Those two, they spent a lot of time sitting around together. He would crawl into Nicks lap whenever he was in the house. It was just where he wanted to be. Those two, they always made me smile.
There is so much, so many good memories. But I think what I am going to miss most is the unexpected love. I would be sitting out on the porch reading or doing something out in the back yard and all of a sudden, there he was, just wanting to say hi and to get some love. He had a nack for knowing when I wanted company and would just show up. He really was the best cat.
Ah fuck, I miss him so much.
So yeah, we are feeling pretty sad and shitty over here. The house feels so empty and so quite. We know that it’s going to take some time, that it is still fresh, but I still can’t wrap my head around it. I keep thinking he is outside and will come home to check in (and eat) anytime. But he won’t and we need to get used to this being our new normal.
Only. The one and only.
RIP kitty. Thank you for your life. Love you.