Grr Pickles
June 2001 - June 4, 2013
My beloved cat passed away last night. It was her time and I was able to have a vet come over and let her go in the comfort of her own home, with her stuffed animal friends and her loving humans beside her. She died with her head in my hand and happy pawing and purring on her lobster from Boston, Bob. She is currently buried next to her friend and mentor.
She put up a huge battle and survived for the past 2 and half months longer than she could have, just to give us some more time together. I thank her for that and thank her for her love and beautiful personality that I was lucky enough to enjoy for the past 11 years. She was my baby, my joy, my happiness. She had the best purr, which thankfully I have on video. I will always remember her and the time we had together. She defined a third of my life. She was my best friend and I will surely miss her.
She picked me. I went to Petco that day because the cat rescue people were there, but I was just looking. I had already decided what kind of cat I was going to get and that day I wasn't going to adopt one. I was playing with some kittens and I heard this baby meow behind me. I turned around and there sitting in her litter in a cage was this perfect black and white cat. She was a little under a year and didn't look well at all. In fact, she was very pathetic. It was love at first sight and without hesitation I went and asked how I go about taking her home. Thankfully it was at a Petco, because I had nothing for a cat and had to run around the store first to buy litter, a litterbox, food, bowls, everything I needed. I also had to buy a cardboard carrier to take her home. The moment they put her on my lap I was in heaven. The foster rescue people named her Molly. I had already picked out Grr (after G.I.R. from Invader Zim), but almost named her cricket because her purr sounded like a cricket chirping. But she became my Grr. Moved with me to 2 other apartments, saw me through the thick and thin. She got me through graduate school, laying next to me, listening to classical music while I worked on papers and reading. She would run up to me when I got home and followed me around like my own puppy. She was a very loyal, loving, friend. I know she knew how much I loved her and I know that she loved me too.
I miss her already and it hasn't even been 24 hours. I know she is not in discomfort or pain anymore and am so thankful that I won't see her suffer. I love my Grr.
