For anyone who hasn’t been around long enough to know who Shoey is: Shoeycat lived with me and my roommate Kilani during my last year of grad school. After I graduated and moved back to New Jersey and she to Virginia he moved with her but we still talk every day and I have been getting my updates on both of her boys. I convinced her to get him because her other cat, Marlo, didn’t want to cuddle with me and I couldn’t bring a cat back home with me due to allergies in the family. He was the goofiest funniest craziest kitten ever. We loved it. I woke up this morning, however, to the most devastating text: Shoey passed away over night. He wasn’t even 3 years old. Best we can tell is he threw a blood clot due to some underlying heart condition. Kilani tried so hard to save him but she couldn’t bring him back. Shoey wasn’t my cat. And I am 100% not a cat person. But he was so important to me. He was a source of constant entertainment during one of the most stressful periods of my life. His calls as he ran up and down our hallway are still something I talk about. And when my grandfather died he was there to put a smile on my face when I thought nothing would. The world is a little darker today without his bright and bubbly face. I can’t believe he’s gone and I’m still processing the fact that I’ll never see him again.
