There goes another sign of Tubby, gone… and got teary-eyed. At bedtime, I was standing in the bathroom brushing my teeth, and Spot jumped up on the side of the bathtub and gave me his worried Momma, I can see a little piece of the bottom of the food bowl, are you going to let us STARVE to death? look, and so while I was brushing my teeth I got a scoop of cat food out of the covered garbage can in the closet, and I dumped the food into the bowl, and after tossing the scoop back into the garbage can I closed the closet door and then pushed the bathroom door open so that when Tubby came hauling ass into the bathroom to partake of the fresh food, he wouldn’t hit his head. And then I remembered, and I had to shut the bathroom door so that Fred, who was laying in bed reading, wouldn’t be subjected to the horrible sight of my cry face, and I cried and thought Tubby will never haul ass through that door, heading straight for the food and knocking everything and everyone out of his way, ever again. Then later, when we were laying in bed, I told Fred about how little things remind me anew of our loss strike me when I’m least expecting it, and I cried again. (But it was okay, because it was dark and he couldn’t see my horrendous cry face) And while we were laying there, the spud knocked on the door and said “Would you like to say goodnight to Tubby?”, and I cringed, because I thought it was a slip of the tongue, that she’d meant to say “Would you like to say goodnight to Miz Poo?” before she went back to her room, Miz Poo in tow. But it turned out that she was standing in the doorway holding the box that contains Tubby’s ashes and asking us if we wanted to say goodnight to them. So Fred and I each said “Goodnight, Tubby.” The spud went back to her room and shut the door. Fred whispered in my ear, “She is SO WEIRD sometimes!”, and I couldn’t help but agree, and then we giggled for several minutes.
I am aghast at the horror that is Helmet Head. This is what my hair looks like when it is curled under. This is why I do not curl my hair under when left to my own devices.
The yawningest cat that ever did live.
I think Spudina is sweet! What a cool thing to do.
And I’ll bet you a zillion dollars and 4 cents that MY cry face is uglier than YOUR cry face.
And you don’t have helmet head. You have a very darling head.
Cute picture of Bean taken by the Spud!
Great article! Thanks for the referral.
After our cat Max died, I found a tuft of his orange fur on the floor. I tucked it carefully away in a drawer. 3 years later I still have that tuft of fur, and won’t sit in the rocking chair that he used to consider his own. Crazy? Maybe. I don’t care.
Are you PICKING YOUR NOSE!!!!!!!!?
GREAT Bean picture.
My hubby and I took the longest time to vacuum up cat fur from chairs that were frequented by our kitties Morty and Ariel. It was almost like we were getting rid of all memory of our precious ones. It was hard.
That is for sure some nasal spee-lunking.
A lady I work with lost her cat more than 3 years ago, and she hasn’t washed his nose-marks off of her front window yet.
Nasal spelunking, hee!
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Ugh. I had the same reaction while mopping Thor’s muddy paw prints from the kitchen floor a few days after he died. It gets better.
Robyn, I’m so sorry. When my Earl dog died a few years ago, I was an absolute wreck at work for a few days. I’d shut my office door and just cry and cry. Really, I shouldn’t have been there, since I wasn’t productive at all, but I ahd to be. And it feels worse to be embarrassed about it in public, doesn’t it?
Robyn,
My mom found a single kitty fur in the car years after Tinker passed and she spent the entire trip (couple of hours) petting it. Your definitely not crazy. My mother, however??????
my heart goes out to you… those first few days of “seeing” a pet out of the corner of your eye, or things they left, are the toughest. 🙁
that is a fantastic picture of The Bean, by the way! go spud! wonderfully framed, and those whiskers are to-die-for. 🙂
Hugs to you Robyn!
I know how hard it is when a kitty dies. I will be a basketcase when my baby goes…
And that does look like some serious nose pickin going on there.
Hee!
I love the color !! I’m sure I’d like the cut too, but I couldn’t see your whole head LMAO ! Yes, your fingers do look like the Mars Explorer probing for some great unknown in your nose. I love that pic !!! Robyn you crack me up :o)
I thought that was sweet what The Spud did with Tubby :*)
~Denise~ in Georgia (Hoping you take comfort in the fact that you and Fred gave Tubby the very best of a kittys’life)
Shes not weird, shes like her Auntie:P Three months now since my Thumper has been gone and I still spin my chair around to say hello to him and rub him between his ears…….
Robyn…hair color is very fetching on you!
And about Tubby: I walked around the house talking out loud to my Sadie (retreiver) for a couple months..it was unbelievable to me how much companionship I derived from her that I actually counted on her to be around, listening to me ramble. It does get better…but count me in with those that found/saved hair….and dog tags….and her puppy color….
And we had her cremated as it was Feb and the Michigan ground was frozen….then the ex hubby and I split and in all that mess, Sadie sat in her box in my closet for almost 2 years before I decided the ex and our son should scatter half the ashes out in the woods where she ran (for their sake) and the other half I buried in one of her bandanas under her tree she loved to lay under (for my sake). So I guess that is weird, too..but hey, we do what we do to get through the hard times, so whatthehell…
I kept a little ball of my Tasha’s fur and one of her whiskers that I found in the carpet after she had died. It just helped me to have that tangible little reminder of her.
Hope the good memories of Tubby overtake the painful ones soon, so you can smile when you think of him and his crazy antics again. (((hugs)))
I pulled out a sweater a few weeks ago that I hadn’t worn since last winter, and it was covered in orange fur from my Romeo, who died in May. I burst into tears and put it back. I can’t wear it, and I can’t look at it, either.
Hey Robyn,
For some reason , no entries of your journal showed up since last week , now there are 3 of them . The same thing happened last week. There were none , and then suddenly a weeks worth . Is it your system or is my computer going wacky?
Lena – that’s odd! I think it might be your computer, because no one else has mentioned that to me!