Eight years ago today, my sweet Bram was 21 years old. I ado..
Added 2022-09-17 04:10:05 +0000 UTCEight years ago today, my sweet Bram was 21 years old. I adopted her as a kitten from my receptionist who was irresponsible and allowed her cat to get pregnant. Her free-wandering cat had a litter of six, and four of us who were working together on The Ren & Stimpy show, adopted all of the kittens. Bram was feisty. And very soulful, as are all of the cats that I’ve been lucky enough to share my life with. Anyway, eight years ago today she was not well and at that point in time of my life I was able to afford to have an in-home vet that I’d been using for several years, come over and check her out. Dr. Valentine did his thing and left around 10pm. Bram disappeared and I kept calling her, but I think she’d gone way in the back of the closet to hide. I woke up at about 3:30am and Bram wasn’t on the bed with me like she usually was, so I start searching around and found her under my bed. I thought she was dead, and she almost was. She had heart failure and was slowly dying. I called Dr. Valentine and he came over again and humanely put her out of her misery. Why isn’t there something to help ease our own misery after we lose our precious animal companions? In those days I had the deluded mindset that I needed to show up for my 9-5 no matter what, so without much sleep, went to my law office job. Every day at that toxic place was a difficult day. This day was difficult times a million. I cried and cried. That night when I came home from work, it was the first time in decades not to have at least one kitty there to share my life with, and I fell apart. Being a woman of action, I knew I had to do something that I wasn’t planning to do … adopt another kitten to fill the space left unbearably empty when Bram left this plane. The next day I adopted Amala. I love and miss you Bram, and I know the life you’re living right now is filled with happiness!
