2001-08-15 - 4:12 a.m.
Today was a really sad day. I was woken up by my dad saying that I needed to bring their cat to the vet because he was breathing really wierd and seemed way out of it. I had brought the cat to the vet yesterday because of a hurt leg..but this was different. To spare you all of the sad details..the doc said that he was having congestive heart failure and was going to go in a couple hrs and there was nothing we could do. So I watched one of the best cats in the world die this painful death. I loved that cat SOOO much. He was awesome. SO much personality. SO smart. His name was Groucho Marx because he had this little barbell shaped black spot on his nose that looked like a mustache. He was like my moms other son. He made our lives a pleasure and was so fun to have around. He liked to be caried like a baby on his back...he'd just look up at you and squint his eyes George Bush style and purrr. He'd follow my mom around like a little dog and his favorite thing to do was to lay in my moms garden and watch her work and chase butterflies. It really devistated mom and I. I cried most of the day. It was so unexpected and we loved him SOOOO much. There will never be another cat like him...not even fucking close. I don't think my mom will ever get another cat...and there's gonna be this empty feeling in thier house for a while. It sounds dumb because this is just a cat...but he was way more than a cat to us. He was very very special. I'm gonna mourn him for a while..I can tell. I'm pretty sure that he loved his life at my parents house and we certainly loved him. Sometimes I'd drive the 20 minute drive all the way out there just to see him. It's highly unlikely, but if there is any way in heaven that you can hear this Groucho...We loved you very much and we'll miss you terribly. It'll probably never happen, but I hope to see him again...in some way...on some level of existance. This cat was sooo different. He had a mind, I swear it. He had a personality. He understood us when we spoke to him. My mom would ask him, 'Do you want to go outside' and he'd run to the door and sit and look at her. Or she would say, 'Do you want some food', and he'd sit by the bowl. I just had to bang this out before bed. I hate birthdays. I always have horrible luck the day after. Fuck you age 23. Suck a dick. You've been nothing but a bastard so far.
