It’s been a month since we lost my cat Goldie. Although she wasn’t one for demanding a lot of attention, I still miss the little things she did, like moving the water bowl and pointing at you with her paw when she wanted to be petted. She was also a self-brushing cat, which was pretty fun to watch. She would take the brush right out of your hands then rub her cheeks on it. She didn’t meow, she would meowf. When she jumped down, there was always an “oof” involved. The house is definitely a lot quieter now.
As for the other cats, I think they miss her too. Our tuxedo cat, Tux, tried to go out of the house a few times; presumably to look for her. The only time he ever tries to leave the house is when we have a missing cat. After it was apparent that she wasn’t returning, he started spraying the couch. He only sprays when he is nervous. We had to wash everything a couple of times. Boy was that one stinky week! Since then, he must have accepted her loss because he has stopped all that. Sometimes he sleeps on the same blanket/footstool that she would sleep on. We didn’t get rid of everything. Didn’t have the heart too. But the house will gradually have less orange fur in it as time goes by.
One place that definitely still carries her scent is the scratching pad. I’ve noticed Sax lying on the scratching pad lately. He doesn’t scratch it, he just lies there looking forlorn. (He probably doesn’t look as forlorn in this photo as usual due to the flash.) We don’t put catnip on the scratchers, so it’s not that. It was her scratcher and everyone knew it.
Maybe I am reading too much into the cat’s behavior. Perhaps they don’t miss her at all. But I have read articles where cats go through a mourning phase when they lose a housemate. Perhaps my fur children are mourning the loss of a sibling in their own way.
I found an old picture of Goldie when she had climbed in the laundry basket to take a nap, so I thought I would share it with you. She had so much personality it’s difficult to summarize her life in any amount of words. She was sweet, she was grumpy, and she was loving. Despite all the troubles our family has been through over the years, I think she was happy. What more could a cat-mom ask for?
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