Remmy Flashback!
If you're new around here, this is Remington, my dashing, debonair, and cuddly first cat. All my life I'd wanted a cat, but my parents didn't, and getting Remmy here in 2002 was...so important. While working full-time at a demanding (and awful—keep your kids out of the advertising business) job and attending college full-time at night, it was within months of my bringing Rem home that my college began offering online classes, which I took full advantage of (both campii were an hour from work, and class let out at 10PM).
This schedule and paying for everything (including the parts of tuition a couple of scholarships didn't cover) on my own having obliterated most of my friendships, Rem became my best buddy even more than he had been (there was another cat for a while). We were absolute pals and had a great time together. He would investigate my shopping when I returned home from a store, sit patiently outside the (open) bathroom door while I got ready in the morning (he loved to sit on the edge of the tub between the shower curtain and the liner), would come to bed when I told him it was bedtime, let me dance around with him in my arms, and would do a cute little 'dance' on the cupboard door with his white forepaws when it was time for him to eat. We did everything together. Including that time he fell into the tub when I was taking a bubble bath. He travelled all over with me, too, to Nashville and the Gulf Coast and up to Michigan, and a great little traveller he was, too!
Rem and Lu were a lot alike. Affectionate, playful, constantly following me everywhere, demanding in that way only cats can get away with and never being annoying, checking out and involved in absolutely everything I did. Just like Lu, when I was sick, he would curl up beside me to keep me company.
His absolutely shocking and sudden death from HCM just before Valentine's Day in 2008 hit like a freight train. We ended up with Ben just days later. It was probably too soon, because it's difficult (impossible?) to train a puppy when you are weeping and mourning and out of control emotionally, so I really had to bottle it all up despite how excruciating it was. More than once I wanted and probably needed to cry my heart out, but couldn't. Sometimes I worry this has messed up my memories of him. (Please don't misunderstand, Ben truly was a blessing and I don't regret him.) I would hate to forget Remmy; he was the most perfect and delightful first cat I could have had. Ah, Rem...
It has all come back with the loss of Lu, so it seems I'm mourning them both at once now, or mourning the loss of Rem all over again. A little strange. I miss them both terribly. Wherever they are, I'm sure they are having fun together, all of them, but probably especially Remmy and Lu. They're probably causing trouble and being cute all over the place.
Gosh I miss them.
Hope seeing Rem again made my long-time Flickr pals smile. He was wonderful, too.
Remmy Flashback!
If you're new around here, this is Remington, my dashing, debonair, and cuddly first cat. All my life I'd wanted a cat, but my parents didn't, and getting Remmy here in 2002 was...so important. While working full-time at a demanding (and awful—keep your kids out of the advertising business) job and attending college full-time at night, it was within months of my bringing Rem home that my college began offering online classes, which I took full advantage of (both campii were an hour from work, and class let out at 10PM).
This schedule and paying for everything (including the parts of tuition a couple of scholarships didn't cover) on my own having obliterated most of my friendships, Rem became my best buddy even more than he had been (there was another cat for a while). We were absolute pals and had a great time together. He would investigate my shopping when I returned home from a store, sit patiently outside the (open) bathroom door while I got ready in the morning (he loved to sit on the edge of the tub between the shower curtain and the liner), would come to bed when I told him it was bedtime, let me dance around with him in my arms, and would do a cute little 'dance' on the cupboard door with his white forepaws when it was time for him to eat. We did everything together. Including that time he fell into the tub when I was taking a bubble bath. He travelled all over with me, too, to Nashville and the Gulf Coast and up to Michigan, and a great little traveller he was, too!
Rem and Lu were a lot alike. Affectionate, playful, constantly following me everywhere, demanding in that way only cats can get away with and never being annoying, checking out and involved in absolutely everything I did. Just like Lu, when I was sick, he would curl up beside me to keep me company.
His absolutely shocking and sudden death from HCM just before Valentine's Day in 2008 hit like a freight train. We ended up with Ben just days later. It was probably too soon, because it's difficult (impossible?) to train a puppy when you are weeping and mourning and out of control emotionally, so I really had to bottle it all up despite how excruciating it was. More than once I wanted and probably needed to cry my heart out, but couldn't. Sometimes I worry this has messed up my memories of him. (Please don't misunderstand, Ben truly was a blessing and I don't regret him.) I would hate to forget Remmy; he was the most perfect and delightful first cat I could have had. Ah, Rem...
It has all come back with the loss of Lu, so it seems I'm mourning them both at once now, or mourning the loss of Rem all over again. A little strange. I miss them both terribly. Wherever they are, I'm sure they are having fun together, all of them, but probably especially Remmy and Lu. They're probably causing trouble and being cute all over the place.
Gosh I miss them.
Hope seeing Rem again made my long-time Flickr pals smile. He was wonderful, too.