Memkin died.

So, one of our house cats passed away last week. I had no idea. She was the kind of cat that always hid around the house, and would come out whenever she felt like it. For the past week, I haven't seen her, but just assumed she was doing her own thing.

Today, my dad asked me where I thought Mem was. I assumed she was out at the vet or something if he was asking me... But no. It appears on Wednesday, she had a stroke. She was half paralyzed, and had to be euthanized.

I had left to go to Science North then (or at some point. I have no idea where I was, really...), and I wasn't around when it happened.

This isn't a joke, and I really wish it was. Memkin was a dear part of the family, she was our human cat, as we liked to think of her. She acted so human. She even used to roll her eyes when I'd yammer on about stuff. She and our friend Bushie were practically soul mates. She'd follow him and sit on him and adore him.

Now I have to tell him his soul mate has died.


It's still sinking in. I feel like it was only yesterday that I was petting her and playing with her. Has it really been a week without me noticing? Or was Memkin's ghost hanging around with me?


I'm really sad. I don't know what to say.