Farewell Mozart "Mo Mo"

People, pets, relationships... sometimes they end sometimes they last forever. It's a part of life, the happy times and the sad times and at times like this it takes a lot of willpower to focus on the happy times as opposed to being trapped in the sad times knowing I won't ever see her again.

Mozart was Mittens' sister. Mittens passed away almost 2 years ago and now they are throwing up furballs and sunbathing together up in the sky. MoMo would have been 14 this August and I found her and her brother when I was stationed in Kaneohe Bay, HI. Initially I adopted Mittens out of the litter but when I found out the kitten without the full tail, didn't have a home and they nicknamed her "Stubby," well, she had to come home with me... her name became Mozart after her kitten charms loved to walk over my keyboard to make some musical craziness.

Mozart and Mittens have lived in so many places with me as well as took 2 cross country road trips and many airplane trips. She loved to cruise in my truck on the dashboard. No matter where I lived they defined my home. One would snuggle between my legs, the other would be a drooling head scarf. Their meows were quirky, I could hold them like a baby, and the overall demeanor was a chill as it could be. MoMo was my Bob Marley cat. At times she did look a bit like a dread lock kitty with her long grey fur. She loved the catnip and if she was a human I could only imagine her as a little stoner as she loved the catnip way too much. As an indulgence I would spill the whole bag of catnip for her to roll in. When she would hear a critter outside, I swore she was part chipmunk as she would perch up on her hind legs and churtle (is that a word?) as if she was the huntress.

She really never hunted. She was an indoor cat. But there were times she managed to escape outside in places that were not so safe. Once she escaped in New Orleans and after hours of looking in the apartment complex I lived, I found her spooked out under a covered BBQ. She never wanted to be outside and preferred a cozy window spot with a view. Whatever was going on in the pea brain of hers? She was dingy but always a talker.

As she got older she meowed more and talked incessantly. Her meows sounded like "helllllloooo" and although she came from a litter of inbred kitties she had what I believe was a bit of Siamese in her. She loved children and willingly allowed her tail to be tugged and loved butt scratches.

I have lost pets in the past and although it's been only 24 hours or so, I am in shock. I know it's never going to be the same and I know I will have more animals to love in my lifetime. But it's been a sad year for losing animals. I lost 4 other cats last year after my amicable breakup. I know they are safe with my former partner, but still they were part of my life. It's hard to lose so many and I keeping reminding myself know I will heal. I know MoMo was not doing so well for a couple months but the surprise of her seizure really hit home. I didn't have a chance to say goodbye and thought we would have that girly time later in the month when I returned to Pittsburgh. Life is too short and I'm grateful my family was there for her when she passed on.

So love your animals, love your humans and thanks for reading... it feels better to get it out. Thank you for the loving support and hugs. I really appreciate it!

Meows, purrs & hugs
Dia