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cut for tw pet death, but not my pet.

My middle-little sister found a kitten eating garbage in a trailer park in Cortland NY in 2005, and scooped her up and brought her home. Not too long after that, the relationship she was in broke apart, and she grabbed that cat and got the fuck out of Central NY. She came and stayed with me in Buffalo for a while, and Remi, as the cat was named (full name Remington, for her steel-gray coat) who had grown from a surpassingly cute kitten into a little gray cat by then, trundled good-naturedly around my house and deferred to my Chita, who was just out of kittenhood. We had a neighbor cat at that point, who would bully Chita and had actually injured her on one occasion; a big orange tomcat who felt he owned the block. One day he came after Chita in the yard, and Remi, who did not really like going outdoors but would trundle around the yard sometimes, came screaming out and beat the absolute stuffing out of the neighbor cat. Which really just proved, to me, that she could’ve done the same to Chita at any time, but was letting her be the boss because it was her house.

From my house, M-L took her to Colorado, where she lived for a while, Remi trundling around whatever house she lived in and putting up with a Shi-Tzu for a roommate, then a St. Bernard. When M-L’s tenure in CO ended, Remi came along for the road trip to Savannah, GA, where she joined our older sister’s household, with two other cats and two dogs and three tiny children, and kept up her little anxiety-Roomba routine there. Finally, M-L came up to Troy, and found a cute little apartment, where Remi spent ten years. This year, my sister finally purchased her own house, and Remi moved in with a new roommate and a Great Pyrenees, and had begun to enjoy the new space, the stairs, the visitors and people– she did love people– but she started to have trouble eating, and after a little bit of time my sister realized one side of her face was swollen.

She rapidly lost her appetite, and within short order she had begun to regularly reject food. M-L’s new roommate discovered that Remi would still eat pastry creme, so she made an extra batch to feed to the cat. She also would still stir herself for bacon grease. So M-L and the roommate spoiled her all this week, and then Tuesday M-L took her to the vet, where her fears were confirmed. The tumor was through the bone and nothing could be done, so.

Rest in peace, sweet lil Remi. I hope wherever you are you get to trundle around and yell at people and eat pastry cream. (Your picture was not posted)