Death Row

Some of you might know of the infamous family cat: Eddie. Honestly, it's hard to miss him. All 25 pounds or so of him. Well, those were the good days. Now a days he's looking more like something that's been living on the streets. But he's still Eddie, our family cat. I think he's hitting the 14 year mark this February. I can still remember the day he was born and everyone, but Emily, thought he was the ugliest of the litter. Lucky for him, that meant he was the only one left and Muffins (his mother with constant PMS) got the ol' boot. And he's had his share of enemies over the years: particularily any one of my friends that would show up in black clothing. Out came the roller, time and time again.

It seems as though Eddie has reached the end of the line. Over the past couple months it's been the topic of discussion every time I go home. What do we do with Eddie? You can only let an animal suffer for so long before you can't stand it anymore. Little did I know that this past Sunday would be the very last time I saw Eddie. My sadness might come as a surprise to most as I never displayed much outward affection towards our rather large cat. But I'm also a tree... rooted, and not easily moved when it comes to change. So, yes, I will be very upset when I return home to a catless house. It's all I've known for the past 14 yrs of my life. Can you blame me?

And I will miss Eddie, because whether I want to admit it or not.... I loved that cat and I can't believe that he won't be coming back...