« He’s twenty. I’m thirty-three. I don’t remember who I was before him. » this one hit me like a ton of bricks. thank you lolo, for putting words onto my grief and making it make sense even two years after my girl’s passing
I need you to know that I immediately drop what I’m doing every time I get notified that a new post drops. This was beautiful. Thank you so very much. My cat will have not the faintest clue as to why he is getting extra forehead smoochies today, but I will.
this was beautiful. I moved countries last year and had to leave my family dog behind. she also entered my life when I was 13 and things were not the best. I really empathize with the way you date things through Mookie, I see my life the same way. Molly (my dog) is still alive, but she's getting old, and knowing that there is not much I can do and cannot see her so often anymore is a heavy burden to carry. Enjoy all the love he has for you, like he enjoys yours ❤️
Man I read this laying in my bed, my cat Leroy stretched out like silly puddy, purring rhythmically. He’s four, about to be five, and I have no idea where the times gone. I do know, however, he’s the best companion I could have. He is Magic. Maybe not in the awesome, fictional way.
But in the way that I know he loves me without having to say it. That we’re tethered without having proof. Maybe that’s real magic
Love this deeply but I could only half read it cause I got upset. My baby is also turning 20 in two weeks. I’ve had her since I was 6. She’s been getting sicker lately and I’ve drafted up end of life plans so I know what I want to do when the time comes and so I don’t have to think too hard in the thick of the haze. I’ve thought up some key points of her eulogy. Some days I imagine living through her death so much that I wonder if she’s really here or if I’m just hallucinating to cope. She’s also been there with me whilst I was on death’s door and was very literally the only thing stopped me getting sectioned two years ago. She holds my personhood in her little paws. I don’t think a world exists without her.
Thank you for the piece. I will revisit it when I’m ready.
My baby passed on Tuesday. I’ve been waiting since then to revisit this when I’ve had the courage. I have no courage right now, I’m exceptionally weak and fragile and it feels like my whole being is made of dust. But I revisited anyway. Thank you for your words Lolo. You knew just what to say.
Had to put my familiar to sleep in January and I've just felt a little lost ever since. The cry from this felt pretty good. You're a really good writer.
I didn’t come home one night a few weeks ago, our cat Selkie ripped off her collar in protest and left it on my floor to let me know she was upset. I absolutely love this and feel so deeply for the animals I have had in this lifetime. Also mookie is an ICON I absolutely love him.
Thanks Lolo for this wonderful text. I've had cats as long as I can remember. Growing up we had both kittens and adults, some were ours, a lot we fostered. I don't remember a single catless moment in my life. At some point I'll move out of my mom's house, and I suppose I will have to be catless for a bit. That thought makes me sad. To have a cat is to never be alone. It's to know that some form of comfort is always within reach. Sometimes I'll just get up and go find my cats to kiss their forehead. I'll hear their meows and remember that they're alive too. That they are here, with me. To have cats is to know they won't always be there. And that's just too damn heartbreaking for a Sunday morning.
The whole thing is brilliant especially the last paragraph. I’ve only ever had a dog but he is basically a cat. I was 11 when we got him and now I’m 23. He causes lots of drama but loves to lie in the sun.
The tears started trickling about halfway through and still haven’t stopped. Thank you for this piece of work, and that’s coming from a dog person!! I’m so happy to support your work.
oh god.. this one got me good.
« He’s twenty. I’m thirty-three. I don’t remember who I was before him. » this one hit me like a ton of bricks. thank you lolo, for putting words onto my grief and making it make sense even two years after my girl’s passing
I need you to know that I immediately drop what I’m doing every time I get notified that a new post drops. This was beautiful. Thank you so very much. My cat will have not the faintest clue as to why he is getting extra forehead smoochies today, but I will.
This is lovely. Thank you for sharing Mookie with us.
this was beautiful. I moved countries last year and had to leave my family dog behind. she also entered my life when I was 13 and things were not the best. I really empathize with the way you date things through Mookie, I see my life the same way. Molly (my dog) is still alive, but she's getting old, and knowing that there is not much I can do and cannot see her so often anymore is a heavy burden to carry. Enjoy all the love he has for you, like he enjoys yours ❤️
I'm an a monsoon season of grief and this one broke me and ever so gently pulled me back together. Beautiful beautiful beautiful. Mookie the muse 😇
Man I read this laying in my bed, my cat Leroy stretched out like silly puddy, purring rhythmically. He’s four, about to be five, and I have no idea where the times gone. I do know, however, he’s the best companion I could have. He is Magic. Maybe not in the awesome, fictional way.
But in the way that I know he loves me without having to say it. That we’re tethered without having proof. Maybe that’s real magic
Love this deeply but I could only half read it cause I got upset. My baby is also turning 20 in two weeks. I’ve had her since I was 6. She’s been getting sicker lately and I’ve drafted up end of life plans so I know what I want to do when the time comes and so I don’t have to think too hard in the thick of the haze. I’ve thought up some key points of her eulogy. Some days I imagine living through her death so much that I wonder if she’s really here or if I’m just hallucinating to cope. She’s also been there with me whilst I was on death’s door and was very literally the only thing stopped me getting sectioned two years ago. She holds my personhood in her little paws. I don’t think a world exists without her.
Thank you for the piece. I will revisit it when I’m ready.
My baby passed on Tuesday. I’ve been waiting since then to revisit this when I’ve had the courage. I have no courage right now, I’m exceptionally weak and fragile and it feels like my whole being is made of dust. But I revisited anyway. Thank you for your words Lolo. You knew just what to say.
Had to put my familiar to sleep in January and I've just felt a little lost ever since. The cry from this felt pretty good. You're a really good writer.
I didn’t come home one night a few weeks ago, our cat Selkie ripped off her collar in protest and left it on my floor to let me know she was upset. I absolutely love this and feel so deeply for the animals I have had in this lifetime. Also mookie is an ICON I absolutely love him.
very touching. thank you for sharing.
Jesus christ I waited so long to prepare myself for this, and somehow I still sobbed. Thank you for this brilliant and brutal piece. It is perfect.
Thanks Lolo for this wonderful text. I've had cats as long as I can remember. Growing up we had both kittens and adults, some were ours, a lot we fostered. I don't remember a single catless moment in my life. At some point I'll move out of my mom's house, and I suppose I will have to be catless for a bit. That thought makes me sad. To have a cat is to never be alone. It's to know that some form of comfort is always within reach. Sometimes I'll just get up and go find my cats to kiss their forehead. I'll hear their meows and remember that they're alive too. That they are here, with me. To have cats is to know they won't always be there. And that's just too damn heartbreaking for a Sunday morning.
The whole thing is brilliant especially the last paragraph. I’ve only ever had a dog but he is basically a cat. I was 11 when we got him and now I’m 23. He causes lots of drama but loves to lie in the sun.
Damn, Lolo... I had a hard time reading through my tears. That was beautiful. Thank you 💙
The tears started trickling about halfway through and still haven’t stopped. Thank you for this piece of work, and that’s coming from a dog person!! I’m so happy to support your work.