Remember me…
“I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.”
― Jean Cocteau
Anyone that loves me knows how much I love my little Lawrence.
When we met I was a volunteer in an animal shelter and between foster cats. I was asked to go to the sick cat room to pick someone to take home. He was a couple of months old maybe, tiny, scrawny, scabby, and snotty. It took months for him to recover and put on enough weight to be adopted, and by then I was so in love that instead of letting them post him for adoption I wrote them a check. He was already my shadow, my clown, my best little bean.
In early July, at only 7 years old, he was diagnosed with large cell lymphoma. I was told even with chemotherapy I would be lucky to have him another year. But we tried.
Last month after a short battle with this horrible cancer I kissed him and told him I loved him over and over as he faded in my arms. It's still surreal...I'm still processing it.
Years ago during a trip to Texas I picked up a beautiful clay Alebrije cat. I joked that when Lawrence passed I would put his remains in it.
Yeah. He's in there.
Remember me…
“I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.”
― Jean Cocteau
Anyone that loves me knows how much I love my little Lawrence.
When we met I was a volunteer in an animal shelter and between foster cats. I was asked to go to the sick cat room to pick someone to take home. He was a couple of months old maybe, tiny, scrawny, scabby, and snotty. It took months for him to recover and put on enough weight to be adopted, and by then I was so in love that instead of letting them post him for adoption I wrote them a check. He was already my shadow, my clown, my best little bean.
In early July, at only 7 years old, he was diagnosed with large cell lymphoma. I was told even with chemotherapy I would be lucky to have him another year. But we tried.
Last month after a short battle with this horrible cancer I kissed him and told him I loved him over and over as he faded in my arms. It's still surreal...I'm still processing it.
Years ago during a trip to Texas I picked up a beautiful clay Alebrije cat. I joked that when Lawrence passed I would put his remains in it.
Yeah. He's in there.