This has been a difficult week for me. On the 28th, I lost my kitty Franz who was born in my living room 16 years ago. He has been a part of so many moments in my life. I’m not sure how to express how much he has meant to me, but I can tell you that his absence is very much noticeable. I miss him. I miss him waking me up in the morning, cuddling with me while I watch TV, and greeting me when I walk in the door. I feel guilty that I couldn’t keep him alive, and the whole week has felt like such a blur.
I was 22 when Franz came into my life. I really feel like my adult life has been defined by him. And yes, his mama is still with us. Molly is 6 months older, and she seems to have not really noticed that Franz is gone. And I’m glad to have her — I don’t mean to take away from her impact on my life, but they had such different personalities. Franz was a sweetheart. He was timid and gentle. Molly more or less tolerates me. She is independent and self-determined. And she always gets her way. I’m trying to think of a creative way to memorialize Franz. He deserved to live forever, and I want to keep him a part of my life forever.
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