I would die for Myrtle
I’m so so sorry to be answering like this but Myrtle passed away about a month before you sent this ask. Near the end of December.
I’m sorry to be saying this on an ask from a random person but I guess I have to make an announcement sooner or later. Please don’t feel obligated to read any further.
She made it to 17, outlived Hermy by a little over 3 years. I got to hold her when she passed, and we buried her next to her sister overlooking the town. There’s some unknown plant growing from Hermy’s grave too. The whole hillside is pretty barren except for cactus and some other hardy plants. Wish I could take a clipping and grow it here but I’m terrible with plants.
I hadn’t seen her at all since Hermy died since I was living 300 miles away and going back home was too much to handle because I missed Hermy and also I just hated that place so much since I had a rough childhood. That’s why this blog has been silent for 3 years. Dunno how anyone new found it but sorry it had to be like this.
I moved back to just about an hour and a half away in August and finally managed to get up and visit her because her health had been declining a lot. I didn’t think she’d care all that much since I never was really nice to her as a kid and I really hate myself for that. But she was so happy that I came back after abandoning her for 3 whole years.
She was so fragile and small; she lost about half her weight but still wanted to hang on. She was so lonely too. She also missed Hermy even though they never really liked each other. I wanted mom to get a kitten to keep her company since I thought that would help but the way the living situation was would have been really unfair and confusing to a kitten. So she was alone a lot.
She perked up a lot when I visited since I got to just stay home with her and just keep her company. I couldn’t really pet her or hold her since she was so fragile and just skin and bones at that time. So she just sat on my lap when she was feeling comfortable enough and then went and curled up in her bed.
I got to visit her a few times before her health really started declining in December. So I rushed back because mom thought it was about time to say goodbye but when I got back she perked up again while I was there. But I couldn’t stay for long since I had to take care of Kitty back where I lived. I couldn’t just get someone to feed her since she has bad separation anxiety.
Mom thought she had enough life to hang on till dad got back but I guess after I went back home her health declined again and she lost that spark in her eyes. So I rushed back again and got to spend just a little more time with her before we had to take her into the vet.
Here’s one of the few times she and Hermy got along. It was cold so they had to compromise.
Here’s one of the last pics I got of her.
I miss her so much and just wish I could have been there for her more. I wish I was better to her when I was younger. I wish I was able to understand her more since she was such a strange cat. I’m so sorry Myrtle. Thank you for loving me anyway and holding on long enough to say goodbye. You’re a good cat.