This is a terrible, terrible day.
Last year on the 11th of April, my heart-cat Jacoby died whilst I was getting a pedicure and talking to his vet on the phone. My feet in warm swirly water, while he was dying in Jönköping. I was planning on going to visit him the next day, but there wasn’t any time. I didn’t know that the last time I saw him, when we left him at the animal hospital, that it would be the last time I would see him alive.
We were such a team.
We had adventures.
He was bulletproof. I could put him somewhere and he would just pose for me.
We became minor celebrities…in Boston!
He was the Westchester Cat Club’s Cat of the Year.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
I miss him every day.