My cat, Deimos, was the ultimate therapy for me, getting me through all the emotional trauma I’ve experienced over the last 11 1/2 years-and there has been a lot. He and his brother, Machiavelli, have been with me since before the 9/11 attacks that changed my life, and the lives of most Americans, forever. The cats were with me through my cross-country moves to new homes, new cities, new people. They got me through many a relationship, mostly the ENDS of such relationships.
They never asked for anything, but have always been spoiled rotten. They have been lavished with gourmet cat foods, catnip treats, the most unusual toys I could find for them. They stayed by me, purring comfortingly and letting me know they’re with me. Cats are the best.
Deimos got me through the most recent, devastating loss, about 1 1/2 years ago. He saw that I was again emotionally happy and would be ok. He left me suddenly Sunday afternoon. I can’t say much for my current emotional state, although I have come to terms with his passing a bit. I made Machiavelli promise me not to leave me for a long time. I’m pretty sure he promised, although I’m not as fluent in Cat as I’d like to be.
Rest in peace, Deimos. You are loved and will never be forgotten.