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7/26/2015

Guillermo

It has been almost two months since we returned from our anniversary trip in Canada to discover that Gui, our precious fluff-ball of a cat, had passed away.  We had found out 5 or 6 weeks before that that he had cancer and there was nothing we could really do, but we were fairly confident that he would be around for a couple more months at least.  Unfortunately, that was not to be.
I am thankful that he went quickly and that he was with my sister and brother-in-law when he passed, because I know he felt loved...but I wish I could have been there to say goodbye.  I know that in many ways that would have possibly made it infinitely harder, it might have also made it more real.  Not to say that it doesn't feel real that Gui is gone, but sometimes I still think he's going to come pounding down the steps (he was not graceful) or that I will hear him meowing to himself in the basement (while he rolled around on the ground) at any moment.  I feel slightly haunted by the ghost of him and I don't know when or if that will go away.  I only know that I miss him and he was the best, most chill, sweetest, and prettiest cat I've ever met in my life...

I miss his sweet purring.  I miss scratching under his chin.  I miss our cuddles in bed, the only place in the house that was all his and he didn't have to fight with the dogs for my attention.  I just plain miss him.  Everyday.

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  1. I just lost my first pet ~a week ago, and I totally feel your pain. I miss him so much, and I would give anything to change what happened. I'm sorry for your loss. :(

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    1. Thank you, Tab. So sorry for your loss, as well! Any loss is rough, but knowing that time helps ease the pain offers some relief at least.

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