Yesterday, I received some devastating news. My best friend of almost twenty years has passed away. Me and Miss Kitty! have been roomates/girlfriends/mother/daughter to each other ever since I was seventeen years old. She was very much "special" kind of like how Edie is. My mom even agrees with me on that one, and she's not the type to casually huck around the word "special".
Kitty was approaching her 19th birthday this September 11. We picked this date as her birthday way back when. I remember in high school I drove a bright neon orange Capri. I pulled up like a maniac onto our driveway (Idrove like a maniac back then), turned off my car, was about to get out in hormonal infused rush as per usual, then all of a sudden I saw this beautiful "Pepe Le Pew" poofy tail meander across the hood of my car. That's how I met her. She was just an awkard teenager herself and asking for food in her trademark dignified way.
So I gave her milk and she never left. I have so, so many stories about her. Those of you who know me probably heard them all before. For those of you who don't, just believe me when I say the world has recently had to give back a wonderful, incredibly gentle, softest, beautiful, sweet-smelling, nose-kissing, Edie-loving angel.
My first baby, I'll love you forever. Daddy is in Calgary right now, with the intention to bring you back home to us, you know. We couldn't bring you over last month. The chaos would have been hell to you. I know because I know you so well. I'm sorry I wasn't able to say goodbye to you. The guilt was killing me. Just know I'll always appreciate you being there for me throughout the hardest point of my life when it felt that all I had was you. I'm so thankful you were there to meet and approve of Craig and meet my first born and love her so. You'll be greatly missed. I wish so hard I could hug you one last time, cry and listen to Led Zep's Tangerine on the record player. I hope your eyes can see clearly now my sweet baby girl. I love you so much. So much.