The Cox Chronicle

Durango is our gray kitty that not many people have seen. She moved around our house like a gray ghost. She was completely silent, except for when she wanted to be heard.

It took us a while to figure out how long it’s been, but I’ve had Durango for about 13 years. She has moved with me from my 120 square foot room at a Fraternity house, to an apartment, to another room in a house etc…

Lately Durango has been sick so we took her into the vet. She was diagnosed with heart failure. We took her to a second vet for a second opinion. In the end we opted to try a surgical procedure to help her. She was uncomfortable, and my personal belief is that it is better to die trying, than not try at all.

Unfortunately the surgery was less than successful.

Durango is gone now, and it’s hard to believe a person could miss a cat so much. For the last 13 or so years, everytime I lay down on my bed, Durango would meow and chatter, jump up on the bed and straddle my arm and start kneeding on it. She would nuzzle her noze into it and sometimes even lick my arm. She would purr and purr and purr. Without fail, she would do this EVERY TIME I lay down on my bed.

It’s weird now to lay down and not have her jump up, even though it hurt I miss those sharp little claws digging into my arms, her wet nose and her drool on my arm or sleeve. I have scars to remember her by.

I guess I’ll just have to get used to it.