We adopted Binky and Wingnut together. Wingnut was around three months old at the time. We’d gone to the pet store (this was a local shop that partnered with a no-kill shelter for adoption events) looking for a kitten. Or at least a young cat. I figured between three months and two years, give or […]
Binky was eighteen. He lived with intestinal lymphoma for almost two years. When we started treating his cancer, we learned that before we’d adopted him, he’d been shot with a BB gun. Either an ultrasound or an X-Ray (I can’t remember which) discovered a BB lodged in his shoulder area. Six months after we adopted […]
I’ve mentioned more than once how quiet the house feels now. It took me a bit to figure out why. Obviously, Binky was loud. He breathed loud, slept loud, walked loud. He had a meow that you could hear even if he were at the south end of the top floor and you were at […]
We picked up Binky’s ashes on Saturday. It was sunny, and we brought Abbie in the car with us. The first few times we had to bring Binky to his oncologist, he’d meow the whole time, he’d be agitated, etc. Not surprising. Car rides are scary. Car rides lead to needles and blood draws, etc. […]
It’s been ten days since we said goodbye to our bestest buddy. Our big, loud, handsome boy. He loved blankets. The orange one behind him? We wrapped him in it when he passed and had it cremated with him. The purple one? It’s on my lap right now. I have Binky’s collar in my pocket. […]
One of the most startling changes after Binky left was how quiet the house became. He was, to butcher Shakespeare, full of sound and love, signifying everything. From his snoring to his purrs you could hear from across the room. His sighs, the sounds of his nails clattering on the floor, yowling to go outside. […]
Binky helped me with every book I’ve ever written. He was my constant writing partner. I stay up later than John every night because I don’t sleep well and because I just like having the time alone. Except I wasn’t ever alone. I was with Binky. The day after he passed, I sat down to […]
I have a saying. Or, a belief. One I’ve put in several of my books. One I have always tried to live. Regrets are useless. And they are. Because you can’t change the past, only the future. But that doesn’t mean I stop kicking myself for not taking a photo every single time Binky tried […]
There’s an awesome burger food truck/pop-up on Montlake. They do “smashed” burgers and the best fries I have ever tasted. I don’t remember when we started giving Binky fries. I wish I did. That’s why I’m writing so many of these little vignettes. Because I know I’ve forgotten too much already. Now that he’s gone, […]
I don’t want to ever forget how Binky would look at me after dinner when we’d go back and have couch time. He’d usually use the ottoman to jump up onto the couch. But that put him all the way across the couch from me. It didn’t matter what was in his way. Or how […]