Emma Myles Instagram – I don’t even know how to say this. It’s probably because I don’t want to. I don’t want to say it. I don’t want to think it. I don’t want to know it. And I don’t want it to be real…
At 12:14 pm Saturday August 17, my sweet girl, my baby, my V, took one last breath and crossed the rainbow bridge. Nothing has ever felt more impossible. I’m grateful we were together. And that I was holding her to the end. But the emptiness of her loss is palpable. And very loud. And totally unbearable.
I had her for most of my adult life. I don’t actually remember home without her in it. She was my home. My entire world. My whole heart. My best friend. My soulmate. And the love of my life.
To know V was to love her. She was an abandoned family cat turned feral trash panda turned spoiled princess beauty queen by me. She was opinionated, social when she felt like it, insatiable for belly rubs by Darcy, and funny as hell. If Elaine Stritch and Lucille Ball could be trapped in the body of a 7 lb tortoiseshell rescue cat with a clipped ear, that would be her. She was a back talking, tuna fiend-ing, sunshine loving smarty pants who enjoyed bending q-tips into the shape of her name and scattering them around the house like Zorro. V was here.
She made me better. She made me whole. And I may have saved her first but she saved me everyday after. I’m refusing to say goodbye because I made her promise to come find me again. And until that happens I hope she haunts me. I think she will. It seems like something she would get a kick out of.
“Now you know Miss Ruth was a lady. And a lady always knows when to leave.” | Posted on 25/Aug/2024 23:09:53
