My cat died over 10 years ago. And yet, I still miss her trying to be close to me. Strangely enough, I feel sad because RQS just lost her youngest cat, a cat who rarely wanted to be friendly and only on its terms.
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From the time I met RQS, this cat never wanted to show any affection. When I came near her, she would always hiss at me. RQS told me that this cat was strongly bonded to her late husband, and tolerated RQS in her life when he passed. Six years later, I met this cat, and learned that she was going to stay away from me, save for rare situations, and defend her territory with prejudice. Over the past year and a half, this cat got to accept me, and occasionally come to me to get stroked. But it would only do so on its terms, and would run away after a short amount of affection was given. So both RQS and I found it strange that the cat hid under the bed when her feeder came over the weekend.
I dropped RQS off at the station today, and she made it home without incident. Our plans were for me to go to her place in the early afternoon tomorrow, and take this cat to the vet for hair trimming - she would not let RQS brush her hair, and the only way to keep the cat groomed (for its comfort) was to take it to the vet. Well, RQS found the cat panting, and made an emergency visit to the vet. The cat was sick, and the doctor gave RQS no assurances that the cat could be saved. Sadly, this cat had to be put to sleep.
It's a sad thing. I'll miss this cat, even though it wouldn't miss me. Maybe, it was growing on me. Who knows? But I will be there tomorrow anyway, as I need to drop off some luggage for our upcoming California trip. And I think that RQS will need me around to comfort her.
