Goose 2018

I have been trying to figure out the best way to say this for the last two days. My cat who I loved very much died of Friday. It was hard and awful and scaring. She was a sweet furry monster and I loved her in addition to all those things. I find my self looking for her out of the counter of my eye and not taking steps backward because I worry she is under foot. 

She had this funny thing she could do of being where ever she wanted to be without you knowing. Behind, under, infant, on top of doors, she was everywhere. 

Nothing will ever feel the same without her around. Sitting in chairs is sad and kind of boring. She had this way of fucking with the sides of chairs to the point where she would come sit on you to sleep and it was wonderful. She loved belly rubs for 4 second stints. Her tail was in favorite foil and she liked to take naps in bathtubs. 

Life can really be a mother fucker but you survive it. 

I don’t know how to honor Goose in this. I love and cherish all she was and hope she will find me in the next life when we are both cats. 

Love you baby Goose. 

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