ode to fenway

i’m not even sure if i’m prepared to blog about this yet. i don’t think i am. but at the same time, i need to close this chapter in my life and move on.

on saturday i brought fenway back to the humane league. for 18 months he was a part of our lives. the biting, the running out the door, the expensive vet bills, the hassle of getting people to feed him while we were on vacation, the cat hair everywhere, the litter box cleaning every day. i could go on.

but despite all the annoying things, there are things i miss. every morning when i was getting dressed i knew he would saunter into my closet and stretch out on the floor to see how fat I’m getting. Every time i sat down on the computer knowing he would jump up on my lap. (this is where i’m supposed to list all the other things that i’ll miss, but honestly there’s not much).

I know he’s not sitting in his cage at the humane league thinking about how i betrayed him, he’s just a cat. a cat that bit kylie too much. but still, i feel bad. there’s a void there, albeit it a very small one. I can’t imagine what it must be like to lose someone close to me…honestly i havent yet. Obviously Erica’s Poppop meant more to me than Fenway, but we only saw him a few times a year, whereas i saw Fenway every day.

Well, at this point I’m rambling so I’ll stop. Just wanted to say that if you come visit now, you won’t have to worry about being attacked or letting the cat out. But don’t get too happy about it around me, I’m still a little sad about it. (Blake, stop laughing).