I had wanted a cat for a long time. Unfortunately for me, I didn't do very well with pets in the past. I wasn't a good caretaker for them. In 2003 for a late birthday present, my girlfriend at the time surprised me with this beautiful cat and I was in love. She was the best cat I'd ever known. She was funny, affectionate, and knew how to make me feel loved. She used to be an outdoor cat, which is how I have one of my other cats, Fluffer. Soon after that, I got her fixed and banned her from going outside.
Indoor cats should live longer lives. Of all the things I did or didn't do, I always made sure her needs came before my own, and that she was always safe. She only managed to escape one time. I left a window open, and since we were on the first floor, she took off. I found her in the back yard, scared, and she ran up to me and jumped in my arms. No harm, no foul. That was her last unsupervised outdoor trip. Years later I had an apartment with a porch and when it was nice I would take my cats out on it one at a time to play in the fresh air.
I had no idea she was sick till I woke up that morning and saw her in the sunlight asleep. I thought she was asleep, but she must have lain down and passed away. I hope it was quick and painless. I hope she had a good life and knows that I loved her with everything I had. It's so odd to me how my cats have become such an important part of my life.
I'm very antisocial, and don't make many attachments, but my cats are my world. And obviously the friends and family I do have, but my cats rely on me for everything but they reward me with love. Even as I'm typing this, one of my other cats, Luna, is meowing for attention. I hope the other two live for 100 years.