| Memorial for: MImzy |
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Age: 10, 12/14/2016
Nickname(s): Bubu, Bubu Bear, Adjacent Professor Abigail Mimzy Cruz |
About MImzy |
| Species: Cat |
| Breed: Domestic Shorthaired |
| Gender: Female |
| Favorite Toy: |
| Hair ties |
| Favorite Treat: |
| Temptations Treats |
| Best Trick: |
| Dramatic falling to the ground for attentin |
| Favorite Game: |
| Pouncing on feet under blankets |
| Favorite Pastime: |
| Sleeping, grooming |
| Special Skills: |
| Being the most adorable cat |
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To our MImzy: FOR MIMZY, WITH LOVE
Now that you’re gone …
I wouldn’t have to clean your litter box.
I wouldn’t have to trip when you decide to hang out at the top of the stairs.
I wouldn’t have to startle when you jump out of my closet where you decided to take a nap.
I wouldn’t have to pay the sitter to watch you when I travel.
I wouldn’t have to trim your claws in the bathtub while singing in a high pitched tune that seem to comfort you.
I wouldn’t have to turn away and pretend I don’t see you using the litter box because you get embarrassed.
I wouldn’t have to keep the kitchen door closed because I’m afraid you’ll go gallivanting in the garage.
I wouldn’t have to fall off the edge of the bed just to give you the space that you need.
I wouldn’t have to look over you when you block the TV.
I wouldn’t have to explain to you every time I open the fridge that there’s nothing there for you.
I wouldn’t have to hide my hair ties that you snatch up and go crazy over.
I wouldn’t have to get scratches as you struggle to untangle your claws that get stuck on my clothes.
I wouldn’t have to wake up at 5 am to your scratching at the bedroom door trying to get in.
I wouldn’t have to take your pictures of your antics and poses.
I wouldn’t have to stop and drop everything I’m doing to pet you when you collapse to the floor in a dramatic fashion, your signal for needing immediate attention.
I wouldn’t have to rewrite Facebook posts that go awry when you lie down on the keyboard.
I wouldn’t have to keep my toes under the blanket extremely still lest you pounce on them.
I wouldn’t have to play Russian Roulette of patting your head not knowing when you’ve had enough and decide to turn against me.
I wouldn’t have to vacuum constantly to get the fur that you leave in every single corner of the house.
I wouldn’t have to look at your disgruntled face when you give me your cat massages looking like you’re were being forced to do it.
I wouldn’t have to drive 20 miles to Buckhead to take you to the Cat Doctor.
I wouldn’t have to trick and force you to take your medicine so you can breathe better.
Now that you’re gone, I wouldn’t have to do any of these things ever again.
But I would give everything for the chance to do it all over again.
We love you, Mimzy. Thank you.
- Glen and Tessa |
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