You don’t understand. PJ was a Titan. PJ stared down the barrel of a gun and never flinched. He rescued children from burning vehicles and led entire caravans of refugees to safety. PJ questioned authority and incited revolutions. PJ swallowed violence and poverty and coughed up sparklers and ragtime music. PJ knew tricks, and performed them when he felt like it. He was devilishly handsome. He played the piano. PJ would purr moments before you would even touch him, he loved you that much. He loved me. He was a Yankee cat, betrayed by Southern hospitality. He would greet you every single time you stepped through the front-door, it was the one sure thing.
So today was the first day in 18 years that PJ didn’t greet me when I came home. It’s strange. It’s different, mourning a pet that you grew up with when you no longer lived with them full-time. You’ve already grown accustomed to long chunks of time without them, and then one day those long chunks of time become forever. (Will he visit me in my dreams the way his mother does?) PJ, you were a better cat than I am a human, and that’s not really too surprising, because you were a very, very good cat. I will miss you.
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oh breena, im sorry. i grew up knowing your kitties too. i remember PJ liked to be lurking around my head at sleepovers. thats a good picture.
I’m really sorry to hear about PJ. he did seem great when I met him for that short moment over Christmas.
I’m thinking about you, B, and sending good thoughts your way. Hope you’re feeling alright – I’m glad you wrote this. xxoo
Aww, thanks guys
wow, i didnt know about this. sorry to hear that, i did get to meet him and he was indeed a great cat
Sorry to hear it. Doesn’t seem like 18 years ago that he was born. I’m sure I haven’t seen him in a decade, but I’m sad anyway.
little PJ and peppi
When PJ was born my mom videotaped it. Later my sister would use that tape to record the movie “Ghost” off of the TV. My mom was pretty upset, but really I think Meagan did us a favor… who really wants to watch a cat birth?
Awe…Love the picture.