It's sort of a miracle that I did not gain any weight from my feasting last weekend. I danced, worked, cooked, sang, and had a merry time. I drank some, but also found myself drinking more water than vodka. I cooked gourmet meals for the masses and mixed and served over 40 chocolate martini's. I tasted a little bit of everything from cake, chocolate, and even home-made ice cream and I didn't gain a pound.
When I arrived home Monday night, I found my sweet 15 year old kitty DIVA, dead on the floor of my bedroom. She looked like she died peacefully in her sleep. I had a girlfriend nearby check on her and feed her all weekend while I was a way. She said the last time she saw her was on Sunday around 2:30pm and Diva was okay. My baby must have passed away on Monday morning sometime, based on her litter box tells and the state of her little body.
To lose my best friend and 15 year sleeping and cuddle companion has been devastating for me. I have been unable to sleep or eat much all week. Diva was like a child to me and very close life companion for so long.
I wrote something in her honor:
IN MEMORY OF DIVA: - also known as Angel with fur, Squirrel Girl, Black Angora Squirrel, Mink Black Panther-ess, Circus Cat, Stampede Kitty, AND Kitten Mitten, died peacefully in her sleep at home in Pacifica, CA at the age of 15.
Diva was known for her sweet and cuddly nature with humans, but revered for her "Death Stare" – a look so intense it was able to kill birds from 100 yards away through a double-paned window with just her eyes alone. The stare became known by many cats in the land.
She didn't mind moving or where or how we lived, even when we were homeless at one time, she stayed right by my side. We had each other and that is all that mattered. There were darker times, where she saved my life just by being there to care for.
Diva was a good listener and one of the only living creature that laughed at my jokes. She was a huntress, a climber and a poet. She talked all the time. She was named Diva appropriately.
She was 100% Female, refined, demanding, elegant, witty, and young at heart to her very last day. She was private and sweet, loyal and soft. She was a healing mystical cat that knew just what to say or do in any given situation to make it a happier more beautiful place.
She was the love of my life, my best friend and female companion. It was an honor to have been her kitty mommy and lifelong friend. Rest In Peace my Angel, with fur.
a MEMORIAL will be held this Sunday, September 27th, in Pacifca, CA
A very nice man from the Pet Rest Cemetery & Crematory came Wednesday and picked up her remains and she was cremated yesterday. They said they will call me today when her aches are ready. I will pick her up tomorrow. Sunday, I am holding a small memorial for her at sunset on my favorite beach, sprinkling some of her aches to sea and burying the rest on my secret hill overlooking the Pacific ocean.
Needless to say, I have been a mess emotionally. It has been so hard to come home and be there without her. It's going to take sometime to get used to her not being there by my side. I am grateful she passed over in her sleep and was not sick or suffered. I have been feeling guilt for not being there, of course when she died. She was old, skinny as hell, she ate like a horse and never gained a pound, (Hyperthyroid) but very healthy the vet said last February, so I am not sure of her cause of death. The reality of it hit me and I have been grieving BIG TIME. including vomiting, sobbing and complete meltdown. My girlfriends have been a great support to me. I am so very sad. I am grieving and emotional eating may ensue, we will see. I can eat comfort food, just in very small amounts. I scheduled a massage for Saturday to replace food as comfort. I keep remembering that when I need comfort.
When I arrived home Monday night, I found my sweet 15 year old kitty DIVA, dead on the floor of my bedroom. She looked like she died peacefully in her sleep. I had a girlfriend nearby check on her and feed her all weekend while I was a way. She said the last time she saw her was on Sunday around 2:30pm and Diva was okay. My baby must have passed away on Monday morning sometime, based on her litter box tells and the state of her little body.
To lose my best friend and 15 year sleeping and cuddle companion has been devastating for me. I have been unable to sleep or eat much all week. Diva was like a child to me and very close life companion for so long.
IN MEMORY OF DIVA: - also known as Angel with fur, Squirrel Girl, Black Angora Squirrel, Mink Black Panther-ess, Circus Cat, Stampede Kitty, AND Kitten Mitten, died peacefully in her sleep at home in Pacifica, CA at the age of 15.
Diva was known for her sweet and cuddly nature with humans, but revered for her "Death Stare" – a look so intense it was able to kill birds from 100 yards away through a double-paned window with just her eyes alone. The stare became known by many cats in the land.
She didn't mind moving or where or how we lived, even when we were homeless at one time, she stayed right by my side. We had each other and that is all that mattered. There were darker times, where she saved my life just by being there to care for.
Diva was a good listener and one of the only living creature that laughed at my jokes. She was a huntress, a climber and a poet. She talked all the time. She was named Diva appropriately.
She was 100% Female, refined, demanding, elegant, witty, and young at heart to her very last day. She was private and sweet, loyal and soft. She was a healing mystical cat that knew just what to say or do in any given situation to make it a happier more beautiful place.
She was the love of my life, my best friend and female companion. It was an honor to have been her kitty mommy and lifelong friend. Rest In Peace my Angel, with fur.
a MEMORIAL will be held this Sunday, September 27th, in Pacifca, CA
A very nice man from the Pet Rest Cemetery & Crematory came Wednesday and picked up her remains and she was cremated yesterday. They said they will call me today when her aches are ready. I will pick her up tomorrow. Sunday, I am holding a small memorial for her at sunset on my favorite beach, sprinkling some of her aches to sea and burying the rest on my secret hill overlooking the Pacific ocean.
Needless to say, I have been a mess emotionally. It has been so hard to come home and be there without her. It's going to take sometime to get used to her not being there by my side. I am grateful she passed over in her sleep and was not sick or suffered. I have been feeling guilt for not being there, of course when she died. She was old, skinny as hell, she ate like a horse and never gained a pound, (Hyperthyroid) but very healthy the vet said last February, so I am not sure of her cause of death. The reality of it hit me and I have been grieving BIG TIME. including vomiting, sobbing and complete meltdown. My girlfriends have been a great support to me. I am so very sad. I am grieving and emotional eating may ensue, we will see. I can eat comfort food, just in very small amounts. I scheduled a massage for Saturday to replace food as comfort. I keep remembering that when I need comfort.
I got on the scale this morning and I weigh 231 lbs. I am hoping to make it to 229 next week....
I'm happy for my weight-loss but so very heartbroken. All I can do now is celebrate her life and remember how our hearts are always connected, no matter how far apart we are from one another.
