Gone

Almost 3 years ago, a friend of mine called me.

She had found a kitten at the park and, knowing I’m the bleeding heart type, asked me if I wanted her.

Of course, I said yes.

Because my friend had to go and send me a picture of this kitten. Who happened to be the cutest thing on the planet.

She was tiny.

She was infested with fleas.

She loved crawling into bowls and mugs.

Yes, she was that tiny.

She was goofy and silly.

And so sweet.

She loved everyone.

And we all loved her.

Even the dogs.

She grew.

And grew.

And GREW.

Until she was huge.

But she was still the sweetest.

Most loving.

Funniest.

Chloe.

We figured we had quite a few years left with her.

She seemed happy and healthy.

Always hanging out on the kitchen table, talking to us.

She loved licking our faces.

She loved taking rides on our shoulders, as long as her nails were dug deep into our flesh.

She was.

She was.

Until.

Last night, we found her dead in our basement.

She must have been there for awhile.

I keep wondering how I missed signs.

Was she sick?

Did she get into something?

What?

How?

How hadn’t I noticed she wasn’t around.

She was always around.

Hanging out.

Talking to us.

Our hearts are broken.

Saying goodbye is never easy.

But this was too soon.

Too unexpected.

Too shocking.

Too heartbreaking.

We haven’t been able to wrap our brains around this yet.

I’m not sure we ever will.

RIP Chloe.

2011-2014

You are forever loved and forever will be missed.

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