Remembering....and missing Pawsie

Sorry I haven't been updating my blog as often as I use to. Life has just been....well, life.....it goes on whether I want it to or not...

I really miss Pawsie. It's weird at home without him. Sure the other kitties are here but I guess they are not as demanding as Pawsie was. He was always there to lend comfort, listen to me (yes, I talked to him all the time) when I needed to talk, and a great snuggler. I'm having a problem filling the void he's left in my life - it's so much quieter around here and it's weird. I've even told the other kitties that I have an opening for "my buddy" and no one wants to step up to the plate. Even a part time buddy? Well, I have a few takers for part time buddies....but boy oh boy are they mising the boat. Being mommy's buddy means you get whatever you want, when you want it. You get all the extra lovings you want. You get to sit or sleep where ever you want. Oh the list goes on and on......and can you believe they aren't fighting for it? LOL

For those without pets, it's hard for you to understand and I don't expect you to understand (and won't criticize you for not understanding). My kitties are my children and Pawsie was a part of our family for 17 years. That's a long time....shoot, he's been to every duty station we were stationed at while John was in the Navy! He's flown more times than I have - seriously!

I've had to reschedule a vet appt for Fritz 3 times because I'm not ready to go to the vet's office yet. I just don't want to break down in tears when I'm there. Plus my vet was so good to Pawsie that when the other vet specialist called her to tell her, she left me a voicemail and I could tell she was crying too. She loved Pawsie and he loved her. He was the most cooperative kitty when he went - never fussed or fought her when they needed blood. The funny part, he practically put his arm out and said "go ahead and get the blood"

A week after Pawsie passed away, John went back to the vet specialist's office and picked up Pawsie's ashes. They were in a nice wooden box beautifully decorated. They also made a clay impression of his paw and cut some of his fur off and put it in a bow. It was the extra touch with the clay impression with his name that brought me to tears again. It took me 2 weeks to get the courage to bake the clay impression. It's now a solid pottery and we can paint it and hang it up.

I remember last year when I was recording voice segments for work at home and Pawsie and Fritz wanted to help me by meowing in the middle of me talking. I took a few minutes and let them record what they wanted to say. I recently came across those recordings, which are very special now that Pawsie is gone. I'm going to create a scrapbook of pictures of Pawsie and put his voice recordings in the scrapbook with special recording chips. They will make the scrapbook even more special for me.

Pawsie was my first kitty and until we adopted Pawsie, I didn't like kitties at all! In fact, I use to joke around saying Pawsie was my kitty/doggie because he did things like a dog sometimes....Plus when we adopted Pawsie I was suppose to get a dog and John was suppose to get a cat. Well, there were only 2 kitties left and John told me we needed to have 2 kitties to keep each other company while we were at work. Okay, so I can understand that. Then I find out we can only have 2 animals in base housing......yep, no dog for me. I was perfectly happy with Pawsie and Spanky though - they were a hoot and definitely taught me alot about kitties. Shoot, they were definitely running the show, not me! LOL

I can go on for hours talking about all the good times with Pawsie. He was the best! I will always remember him for his loving and friendly personality. No one came in the house without being greeted by Pawsie!

Now the other kitties need to remember what Pawsie taught them (yes, he was the "grand pooba" of the kitties - ha ha) and carry on his traditions. We see a little bit of Pawsie in each of the other 3 kitties and know he is missed by all of them....