Sunday, October 31, 2010

Remembrance


Today is Mojo’s birthday. Well, to be honest, I don't know her exact birthday - she was about three months old when she came home with me on February 1, 1997 and given the name I chose for her, Halloween seemed like the perfect birth date.

I've been thinking of her lately, more so than is usual - Lucy takes up an awful lot of room and couldn't be more different from Mojo (the only thing they have in common is that they're both felines), so despite often having a sense of her, sometimes it's hard to remember details around all the Lucyness. The other day, I was going through some of my pictures and popped into a folder from about a year ago and there she was. My Mojo. And my first thought was holy crap, she has a lot of hair


After six months of a shorthaired cat, I’d forgotten what the long-haired one looked like. And then I went through some more photos and smiled and cried a little. Played the what if game, beat myself up for not somehow knowing sooner, getting her to the vet faster and then I decided to stop that and just remember 13 years of love.


I read the posts I wrote about her, the one written three years ago, the post after the diagnosis and the one I wrote after she died and they made me smile and cry again. And now I remember, I feel her close to me again and it feels as if there are two cats here, one who is warm and the other a shadow, just as she was my shadow in life.

I miss you, my Moocher.


9 comments:

Kitten said...

Aw.  I found some photos of my old dogs yesterday (and my old husband) and got all nostalgic myself.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go shoo my counter-surfing feline away from the leftovers.

Wren said...

What a lovely post, Lene. You brought tears to my eyes with your loving memories of sweet Mojo. And then my own memories of my old friends Logan, Nessie, Max, Albert and Hector flooded in and a few more tears came. The love these wee beasties give us and allow us to give them is one of the greatest gifts we can experience in life. Thanks, Lene. And thank you, Mojo, for taking care of her.

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colleen said...

One never does stop missing the felines of blessed memory.....Eilonwy has been gone for 10 years.   I still mistake other tabbies for her.

Enjoy Mojo's memory!

Diane said...

Our pets (past, present and future) are such a huge part of our lives.  I really cannot imagine living without an assortment of furry friends.

Marie said...

Thirteen years is a good long time to be friends with a cat, but it's really never long enough.  Our two oldest cats (littermates) are getting on in years and I know I'll be devastated when they go.  I remember your post when Mojo died.  It was so eloquent and moving that I, too, cried.  I still get a little sentimental when I think about all the cats that have ever come and gone in my life.  I know you already treasure Lucy.  Give her a hug.

Earin said...

What a face. Our time is never, ever long enough.

Earin said...

What a face. Our time is never, ever long enough.

Earin said...

What a face. Our time is never, ever long enough.