For 14 years, K.C. was a part of my life. 6 apartments, 3 cities, 2 wives, 2 kids, a dog and a house. That’s a lot for an animal to put up with, but she did. And she did it with style. She never got mad and peed in the corner. She never swatted at the kids when they pulled her tail. And when we moved to Phoenix and she took a plane ride, she went without much whimpering.
14 years is a long time with one pet. And I had 2. Now K.C. is gone and I feel a little heartbroken. She was a good pet. I remember when me and my ex went to find a kitten and I picked her up. It was love at first sight. I couldn’t just take her though. Bootsie whined until we took her too. It was the best thing we could have done. Later, after we brought them home, they both had little bells on their collars and around 3 in the morning they would be chasing after each other, making all kinds of a racket.
After my first marriage, I moved into several different apartments. One of my favorite things at my first apartment by myself was to lay on my couch with the windows open, petting K.C., listening to her purr and hear the church bells in the distance. It will always be my favorite time with her. I wish we had bells here now. I think she would have liked to have heard them one last time.
Christopher cried when I told him the news. Ava is still too young to understand. But my basement is now a lot emptier without her. And so is my heart. I will never forget her.
We Love You, K.C. Kitty…rest in peace my, sweet kitten.