Sunday, August 23, 2020

Remembering Scarlett

Friends, it pains me to end a five-year lapse in posting with this announcement, but I must share with you that the adventures of Scarlett and Melly have come to an end: we said goodbye to my dear sweet Scarlett this afternoon.

As you know, Scarlett had been coping with various age-related chronic ailments for some time, but it became clear over the last month or so that something more serious was wrong. It turned out to be lymphoma, and was already fairly advanced by the time it was diagnosed. Josh and I made the wrenching decision to let Scarlett have one amazing week of adventures, treats, and snuggles, and then to let her go.


It happened that Josh and I had the week off from work, so we spent our days catering to Scarlett's every whim. She got to eat fried chicken, whipped cream, the meat out of our sandwiches, and ice cream. She returned to her outdoor cat roots and spent hours investigating every square inch of the back yard. She got to swat and yell at her nemesis, an orange cat whom she had previously only engaged through the living room window. And we gave her all the cuddles and scritches she could stand.


While I had the distinction of loving Scarlett the longest, I am not sure I can claim to have loved her the most; Josh and Scarlett formed a deep and unshakable bond over the last five years. I would often find her laying next to him with one paw resting possessively on his leg or arm. When Scarlett was having trouble eating over these last few weeks, he patiently fed her little bits of food by hand, or put some on his finger so she could lick it off.


Scarlett used to spend every night sleeping between me and the edge of the bed, but one night a couple of years ago, she burrowed her way in between Josh's pillow and mine, and that was her spot henceforth. Some nights, she'd share my pillow; other nights, she'd share Josh's. Once, Josh and I fell asleep holding hands, and I woke up later to find that Scarlett had peeled one of my fingers away from Josh's hand and was gripping it with her tiny paw. We spent hours last week, the three of us, Scarlett in the middle, trying to soak up the time together.


I have told Scarlett's origin story here before, so you know that she came into my life when I was a teenager. She was with me every step of the way as I figured out how to become a (more or less) functional adult human. Taking care of her helped me learn to take care of myself. I defined myself, in part, as her person. Facing the future without her by my side is an acutely painful prospect.

I know that many of you have lost beloved pets and are familiar with this heartbreak. I started this blog ten years ago just to share photos of Melly's ridiculousness, but ended up finding this wonderful online community (which I extend to those of you on Instagram and Facebook). I am so grateful to all those who have shared their experiences, friendship, and support, especially over this last awful week. Scarlett was lucky to have been loved by this truly stellar group of humans and kitties. I appreciate you all so much.




Friday, December 4, 2015

Holiday Hiatus

So, once again, I've been lax in my posting... Life continues to get away from me a bit. I got a new job, a transfer to Seattle with my same company, but there isn't anyone to take over my old job yet, so I'm doing both. The commute to Seattle is long, and with two jobs, I feel like I barely have time to breathe. Of course, it's also the holiday season, which means extra craziness around family visits, gifting, etc. 

In short, I'm going to take a(nother) break from the blog for a little while. Scarlett and Melly are displeased that their fabulousness is not being shared with the world (divas), so don't worry: I'll be back. In the meantime, I'll try to post to Melly's facebook page periodically, and on Instagram. 

"The world deserves to see this beautiful face, Mom."

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

And we're back!

Sorry I dropped off the map for a bit there... sometimes life gets a bit overwhelming and something has to give, you know?

Anyway, Scarlett is now happily chugging along on her tiny daily dose of Buprenex, and she is happy as a clam. It's great. Melly is her usual goofy self, albeit a bit grumpy about the bath she had on Saturday to get rid of a poo/fur/adhesion situation.

Speaking of goofy Melly, she did something pretty silly the other day that I have to share: she made a fort!  I was getting ready for work, and I heard a crash from the linen cupboard. I went to check it out and found this:

Scarlett was concerned too:


I figured that Melly had tried to get up onto the blanket shelf to nap, but instead ended up pulling a blanket down on top of herself.

I peeked around the curtain and found Melly, nonchalantly curled up on her favorite blanket, enjoying her curtain tent and pretending like this was what she had intended all along.

The little nut.




Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Monday, November 9, 2015

Towel Attack

I often walk into the bathroom and find the towels in utter disarray, and sometimes in a pile on the floor. I couldn't figure out what was going on until a couple days ago, when I walked in on Melly vigorously attacking a towel she'd pulled off the bar.

"Didn't you used to be up there?"

"Die, towel! Die!"

[Frantic pawing]

"I crush you with my floof!"

[frantic pawing]

"You are MINE, towel!"