Memur

Today our family cat, Memur, died. We got her when I was around 14-15 years old. I remember my Mom brought her home and said she picked her up from the neighbors. She was such a cute kitty. I remember we all wanted to name her different things but the name Memur just stuck. Memur was a great cat. She fetched things and when she ate she took 1 piece of cat food out of the bowl onto the ground then ate the food. Brooklyn and Kenzie loved to feed her, hold and pet her when we went to Boise. When my Dad called this morning I was at Home Depot picking out paint. When he said she died I was kind of in shock so I didn't cry. Then when I got in the car I started bawling. I never thought that cat meant that much to me. When I would go home I really didn't pay much attention to her. I guess the sad part for me was that yes, she died, but also it meant a part of my childhood was gone. Don't we all cling on to any part of our childhood and try and make it last as long as we can? Mine was pretty darn good. The sad part out of the whole thing is that she was attacked by raccoons and that is how she died. Dad buried her where all the other family cats had been buried right under Lou's window well. He said he placed the Christmas wreathe from the door over her grave. Memur, you are loved and missed.