On May 7, 2006, I lost my knitting buddy, McKittycreek Lily McMunster, to a blood clot. She was just a month shy of her fifth birthday.
Lily and I had a special relationship. I love all of my cats, but there was just something unique about the bond she and I shared. She was my first female and my first Maine Coon. I never had to keep track of when my period was due; she let me know. Uncanny, but amazingly accurate.
I've been lucky that my cats generally don't bother my knitting. Of course it could be that they think I'm making something for them. Clarence likes to hit the end of the needle while I knit, but that's about it.
Now, that is. Lily didn't really bother the knitting. She'd lay quietly on a box at my feet, and I'd not notice she was there. Until the feeder yarn became a bit wet. I'd look down, and she'd be grabbing the yarn as it went from knitting bag to my project.
I miss that kitty slobber. And I miss my knitting buddy more than I can believe. The pain of loss is almost unimaginable.
I love you Lily. I always will.
2 comments:
Hi Ida.
Sorry to read about your loss. She certainly was beautiful. My cat, Spike, died two years ago and he was a wool sucker too :). Keep your chin up! Gill (AK list)
I'm so sorry to hear of the loss of your Maine Coon. It sounds like HCM.
Would you be willing to provide the names of the sire and dam to Lily?
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