
I am not a cat person, but I didn’t know that when Jennifer Jurney and I adopted Loki almost 15 years ago. He and I have, over the years, strove and cuddled; fought and snuggled. Last night he passed, and today I feel the pain of his absence in our life.
I am not a cat person, but Loki was my cat. It can be hard to understand the way another fills your life until they’re gone, and the gaps are then suddenly incredibly stark. All the chores, and frustrations, and what-always-felt-like-nonsense that he required – now that they’re not required – don’t feel so nonsensical.
I am not a cat person, but over the last few weeks of winter holiday we spent a lot of time on the couch, and in the chair, and in bed at night cuddling with Loki. He was an enormous cat, a Maine Coon, and in our Brooklyn apartment we all knocked shoulders all the time. Tonight our home feels shockingly empty.
I am not a cat person, but I miss Loki. He was our guy.