Discovered that my family’s cat Marcie died sometime in the last 36 hours or so, tonight. She was curled up on the brown sleeping bag nest in the master bedroom. She was over 15 years old, so this was certainly going to happen sooner rather than later, but it still puts a lump in your gut.
She was such a sweet, lovable ball of fluff. mostly dark grey, with a butterscotch lower jaw, neck and belly, and toes. She had such long, warm fluffy fur, I loved burying my face in her side, or laying my head gently on her like a pillow.
In the last few years, with mom bed-bound on the couch, Marcie would spend the night curled up beside mom’s head, or smooshed under her chin. Any time I tried to lay on the couch to read or use my ipad, she’d hop up on me and shovel her head under my arm so she’d be in front of what I was looking at, demanding to be petted. Once she got her cuddle on, she’d ease herself down on her belly, and tuck her feet under her chest, with her paws touching, and lay with me for a while, until she decided that she needed to be doing something else, right this second, and dash off to do that.
I love that she used my bed as her “safe space” when my niece came over to visit. that she considered it quiet and secure enough to be protected from the whirlwind of a toddler downstairs.
If mom or I had food, she’d hop up next to us on the couch, and at least sniff what we were eating, if not try to take some for herself.
I’m going to miss seeing Marcie, “reading” with her, and sharing a snack, but getting to spend nearly half my life with her gives me lots of fond memories that I’ll keep forever.
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