and I'm missing Emma. Emma the cat, for those of you who have not met her, is a very central figure in my little family. I have no children so I've doted on this animal. She has such a personality... not always a good one! But I've always been rewarded with her affection and attention. As "Mom" she'd hover around me a little black, furry shadow.... sleeping on my desk in her basket during the workday and on me in bed at night.
I adopted her after meeting her at the pound about 6 years ago. I walked by a cage and this little paw took a swipe at one of my curls. I fell in love instantly. I had no idea at that time how sick she was and how much of an effort it must have taken her to be playful. She had an upper resporatory infection as well as hookworm. She didn't eat on her own for the first two weeks I had her... I had to force feed her medication. Slowly, slowly she returned to health.
I live near a wooded area in a suburban development that has displaced so much wildlife. It's common to see bears, racoons, squirrells and so on in the yard. What I'm worried about though, are the coyotes. I've had two other cats go missing in the 6 years Emma's been with us... one of the reasons I've always been so protective of her.
It is fucking heartbreaking.
Another good reason to move.
