Desiderius Price

  They are always a part of us—maybe the best part, I sometimes think.

I wish I could say you’ll miss him less as time goes on, but I’d be lying.  It’s been well over a decade since I had to have my beloved cat, Ginger, put to sleep, and I still miss him as much as ever, even though I’ve had my current cat for ten years.  I was trying to think of a positive way to end this, but I really can’t think of anything.  Hey, at least I’m honest!

It was between college and my first pro job when they came into my life, when I was grateful for a roof over my head.  And you know we were bachelors when we simply thought the Queen to be “getting a bit fat” … several days later, I hear the high pitch distress, and come across her; it took me a moment to realize the small things underneath her were feet.  I think those first feet were my beloved cat; it could’ve been his identical twin, in all, six kittens were had that day, and I eventually kept three.  The one that passed is the one that convinced me to keep them; he’s the one that’s made it clear over the years that I his, he looked up to me; I’ve not been so sure about the other two.  So, having seen him out of life, when he was relatively young, is still weighing on me – I think if this had happened at 20 with some serious illness for a bit, I’d be more at peace with it than I am.  His ashes are here, with me, tucked just underneath the monitor, which is fitting as he used to love sleeping/laying beneath the desk – I miss having to worry about him and my feet.