Maggie (b. March 1991, d. March 12, 2007, approx. 16 years)
Resident cat in my household (July 1991-March 2007)
I found out today that the cat I've known for the last 15 1/2 years was put down a couple weeks ago. It hit me hard, and it still kind of does. Over the last week I had a sense that she may have passed, but I refused to accept it as a possibility until someone else were to tell me. I've known Maggie since I was six years old. In spite of being away at school for a couple large junctures, I got to see her grow from a toddling, rowdy kitten to a sassy cat (even in her old age). I used to be absolutely scared of her when I was younger, but grew to appreciate and love her, even though I never allowed myself the chance to pick her up and cuddle her. But those days are gone now. And it's probably for the better. She suffered seizures the day she was put down. There was no way to let her suffer like that. I like to think that God has a place for her somewhere, much like several others I know (both pets and people) that have passed over the years.
The veterinary hospital in downtown Evanston has her ashes. We'll probably pick them up at some point. In the meantime there are boxes and furniture that need to be packed. Plus other stuff that I need to occupy my mind and my time with.
RIP Mags, I will never forget you. I hope you don't forget me.
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