Tonight, I had to put Loki to sleep. He has been in my life since he was 12 weeks old and I was 21 years old. I was fresh out of college and found Loki caged away from all the kittens wandering around at the SPCA. He was this beautiful, long, tiger-striped sweetheart and I fell in love. As we were walking to the counter together, the SPCA adoption counselor walked by and Loki hissed through the box. “Oh yeah, he’s a little aggressive.”
Now I knew why he was in the cage.
But once he was home, the most aggressive thing Loki ever did was bite my toes (and your toes and her toes and his toes) because someone wasn’t petting him. He went through 10+ moves with me including attending medical school. He’s welcomed 5 different cats, 1 dog, 3 kids, and he even (eventually) accepted Scott.
When Scott would come over while we were dating, Loki would hop onto the couch and plop right in between us with a “There was only one man in her life,” and when I found out Scott was allergic, I reiterated that my cats and I were a package deal. Luckily for all of us, Scott’s allergy was overcome by love and a weird aspect to feline allergy that makes exposure to cats lessen it.
Loki ruled the roost as the most terrified, alpha male there ever was. He was all “I’m in charge! But that noise is scary so you go first.”
But once it was safe, he took right over.
Most importantly, Loki was always there for me whether at my worst or celebrating my best. I might have felt lonely, but I was never alone. He made sure of it for 15 years. For that, and for so much more, I say good-bye to my furry friend.
May the next life treat you as well as you treated me.