It's been a tough one.
I prefer to keep my emails positive but the truth is sometimes parts of life hurt, and without the hurt we wouldn't appreciate the good times quite the same.
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Last Friday our 6-year-old found our kitty who had passed due to a freak accident.
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As a mom, I hate that he was the one to find the kitty he had known since he was born.
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I got our Whiskitty boy when I was pregnant with Emma, our oldest. I got him from the pound and just had an instant connection with him. The other cats just sort of looked at me but as soon as he saw me he began meowing and rubbing against the cage. It's like he wanted me. It took me but a moment to want him back.
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He had been abandoned by his last family who moved and left him behind in a vacant house. The pound had only just recovered him so I had to wait a few days before he was available for adoption so I made sure to call dibs on him in all the ways they'd let me and show up exactly at the time he was available.
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I got him and couldn't have been happier.
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That was before I became a mom to humans...I was a cat mom.
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Highlights from throughout our time together include... him sharing the memory of Emma's first steps and stealing the show when he lovingly rubbed up against her and made her plop down, that time I thought it would be funny to see what would happen if I put his rump in a grocery bag and he walked everywhere backwards (it was quite hilarious), and that time I put him in a baby onesie.
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Those silly memories came between countless sweet ones with him cuddling us, drooling on us, rubbing up against us, and greeting us with his excited meows.
Since his passing, we are hugging our two dogs extra tight.
Maple, our 1-year-old basset, has been entertaining us with her sweetness and floppiness while Dixie, our 5-year-old lab/terrier hasn't left Emerson's side.
Hug your fur babies, friends. They are so precious and tomorrow is not promised.