Last weekend was also the one-year anniversary of the death of our cat Figaro. As some of you know, he developed cancer about a month before we moved here to New Zealand. The cancer moved quickly (I personally think he'd had it for a while, but it was undetectable) and we had to have him put to sleep only a week after the diagnosis.
That week was a horrible one, as I said goodbye to my constant companion of 10 years. I didn't sleep so I could stay awake and pet him, and I cried all day at work and all night at home. The grief was so overwhelming I wondered if I would ever stop crying. Darren was much stronger - he offered to be in the room when Figgy was put to sleep because I couldn't bear to see Figgy lifeless. He handled all of he arrangements, and I know it took a toll on him. We buried him in my brother and sister-in-law's back yard near where their cat was buried. We like to think that they are playing together somewhere....
It helped to move across the world, and not be in a house where I could see Figgy everywhere. I've dreamt about him a lot too, which has been really nice, and there are still mornings where I swear I can hear him purring like he used to do to wake me up.
Because I still miss him, here are some pictures to celebrate the years I had with him:
Figgy as a kitten, shortly after he first appeared in my life (as a stray). He was so cute - how could I not take him in?
His favorite perch in my first Pittsburgh apartment.
On the road with me.
A hot summer in Arizona + too many knots in his fur = the "lion cut".
His favorite chair.
Can you spot the kitty?