Sunday was a special cat. She came into my husband's life when his parents divorced. She helped he and his sisters through that incredibly difficult time with her soft fur, lots of purrs and her overwhelmingly loving personality. She was the type of cat who made you wonder how people could not like cats. She was a lover. She had this purr that was so loud you could hear it across the room. She also liked to rub you with one of her teeth sticking out, so it was more of a toothy "love bite". She would be on your lap within seconds of you sitting down and while she tended to hide when people came over, you couldn't keep her away from those she knew.
Things began to go downhill for her a little while ago. We can't say we didn't expect that this wouldn't happen soon. But I will say that I didn't expect to have to say goodbye TONIGHT. I couldn't see her struggle anymore, and when the vet came in and told us there was nothing they could do, the decision was pretty clear. The thought of bringing her home and making her suffer any more, simply because we wanted to spend that time with her would've been the wrong decision. I suppose that part of me was selfish, but I can't really help that.
I know people lose pets every day. It's a terrible fact of being a pet owner. But all of that is of little consequence tonight. She was not just my husband's cat. She was my cat too. As many times as I cursed her for peeing on something, I also loved her special little cuddles. It's so difficult to be home and not see her sitting on the couch, waiting for us to sit down so she could come over and take advantage of some lap time.
Sunday is deeply missed. It's not the same here without her. We miss her more than we could possibly say, and I can only hope she's in the laps of our loved ones who passed.
Goodbye, sweet Sunday. I'll see you at the Rainbow Bridge.
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