Hopi is Dead

Hopi and Moby together.











Hopi is gone from this world. My dear Hopi. She had a massive tumor, involving both large and small intestines, liver and kidney. However it did not show up on X-ray. It's why she's been failing for an entire year. No telltale signs of cancer in bloodwork either. Lymphoma was her bodies fatal secret. She had held on so long, even after it apparently metastisized to surrounding organs. When it hit her liver, she was a goner. She wanted to live that badly.

I believe she's fought it a long time. She'd had a group of lymph nodes on her belly swell periodically. Then they would return to normal size.

Hopi is gone.

There is nothing you can do, when your friends die, but cry your eyes out and miss them and remember the wonderful times had together. Death happens. Out of my hands. I will miss Hopi and Moby, my dear friends, very very much. I will remember the times we had together, cuddled up or playing, them purring. Hopi was such a bitch much of the time, to the other cats. She always felt her needs were far more important than any other cats needs. Or even my needs. Hopi never learned from her mistakes, either, unlike Moby, who never repeated a mistake and was always improving himself.

I buried Moby with Bosco, the kitten who died here a few days ago. Moby adored kittens. Hopi, she'd not want to share even a grave with another cat. That would be an insult to her. I would not dare insult Hopi, even in death.

I buried Moby wrapped up in my tie dye T-shirt, that I got out of a free box at a garage sale a few years ago. It signified his shining nature so well.

With Hopi, I'd like to bury her wrapped protectively in my heart, I loved her so, if I could.

She was always a needy cat, unsure, nervous, fearful, with self-esteem issues due to her initial abandonment, as a kitten, then being dumped like that far away, like trash by some evil human, with Servana.

Oh, how Hopi clung to me for the rest of her days. She could not tolerate being seperated from me. She could not tolerate me being sad because it would frighten her.

The right person found her, over there, in the dark that night, beneath the overpass bridge. Just the right person who needed her, who understood what abuse and abandonment does to a soul. Just the right person whom she so desperately needed, saved her from the city's bulldozer. Just the right person, who never in a million years would have ever left her behind again.

I was just the right human for Hopi and Hopi was just the right cat for me.

Hopi, thank you for loving me and for saving me.

I love you. I love you. I love you.