One of the things that's making Jeeves' decline especially sad is that he can no longer meow.
As sara said, be very kind and gentle to yourself. It's so hard.
It's coming up on the anniversary of unexpectedly losing Kittenish while my Dad was being diagnosed with a terminal brain tumor. By far the hardest part was
racing home to get to her and getting one small meow. I'm grateful for it too. But I knew I'd never hear it again.
And I was the one person she was verbal around.
It's just very hard. And I am sorry that Jeeves is declining. I get so attached to Buffista cats.
I don't think I have anything that mimics here.
I would love it if we had something like that, because here it would be a lyrebird: [link]
Lyrebirds are kinda amazing. Or horrifying with the car alarm. The chainsaws just make me sad.
I think there should be a bird that mimics David Attenborough.
The world can go, with all due respect, fuck itself. I have a memorial to go to next Friday here before I go to my Dad's on Saturday. Unexpected. I don't think I have enough tears.
Thank you. A few of you, those I've brought out to the desert, would have met him. I just really hate this.
And the timing sucks. I did two memorials a day before I left for Portland. That was really hard. This is just so awful I can't think of words.
Sorry here too.
The mockingbirds do all those calls to intimidate All The Birds, so it makes sense they'd throw in a couple cat sounds as well. It must be exhausting to be one, the one in my neighborhood calls all day and I've certainly heard it in the night, too.
