Dear Athena

Image description: a photo of a sleeping torbie cat.

Dear Athena,

You came into my life in March of 2013. I remember the first time I picked you up. I remember the loving look I gave you and the way you settled perfectly into my arms. I remember being so scared that you would hate me, or that you wouldn’t love me.

You were a difficult placement. There’s no denying that. But, Athy, you were so incredibly loved. Not only by me. Not only by everyone who was blessed enough to meet you. But by your dozens of fans on Facebook. So many people cared so much about my whinybutt!

I couldn’t have been more wrong about you. You loved me, and I loved you. I went in with the intent of rescuing you, but in turn, you rescued me. You saved me from depression. You woke me up from my nightmares. You calmed me from my anxiety attacks. I loved you, my polydactyl wonder kitty.

We went through so much together. Two surgeries. Two moves. The loss of people I loved. Even know I knew it would happen, nothing prepared me for the last time I held you in my arms. Athena, I miss you. I miss you more than I can express. Pet grief is so very real, and I feel that we don’t talk about it enough.

I miss you. I think of you every day. Your last moments replay in my head. I often wonder if I could have saved you. I assure you, Athena, if love alone could have saved you it would have. I know I made the right choice, though I often doubt myself.

Thank you for giving me nearly six wonderful years. I love you.

Image description: a fluffy torbie kitty with green eyes is perching on the end of the railing.

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