Thursday, January 5, 2017


When I returned from Tucson this time I was very sick and couldn't properly grieve the loss of my cat, Sherpa. Today I began that journey. As I roamed the house, and visited all the places she frequented, I realized she was not there. Like under the kitchen sink. She was always sneaking under the sink whenever I changed the trash bag. Sometimes I knew she was there and other times I didn't realize it and she would end up stuck in there sometimes for hours! Or in the cupboard where the paper goods are stored. She would hide in the back and sometimes get stuck in there as well.

And of course, there is the bed. She was always sleeping on my afghan. In the morning she would wait patiently outside our bedroom door for us to let her in.

And now she is gone. Just like that. Gone.

Something feels amiss. I always had a love hate relationship with her. When she was younger she would bite and scratch me so I sort of stayed away from her. She was my husbands cat really. He adored her. He always took her to be groomed every 6 weeks. And always paid thousands of dollars to the vet to keep her healthy.

But now I miss her too. I am sad that we were not here when she died.

RIP Sherpa. I miss your voice.


Anonymous said...

I'm sorry. She was very pretty.

Connie Rose said...

I'm so sorry for your loss. Losing pets is the hardest thing. :(

Robbie said...

I am so sorry for your loss....cats, dogs...they are our kids....and not being there would be she really isn't gone. again, so sorry.

Carol- Beads and Birds said...

I have had several dogs in my life. I was really attached to most of them. Three I miss more than the others. Whether you Love/Hate them or adore them it's hard when they are gone especially if you weren't with them at their end.

I'm glad you are feeling better though.
xx, Carol