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In Memoriam Levy


Welcome! How have you been? I hope you’ve been great.

Today is the anniversary of Levy’s passing. I wanted to have some kind of written memorial for her. So here I am.

It’s hard to believe it’s already been a whole year. A part of me wants to reject that feeling of the passage of time. The further away I get from my time with Levy, the weaker those memories become. It’s like holding water in my hands and watching it slowly drain between my fingers, powerless to retain it.

Levy Lounging

The only other pet I have a memory of losing was a bulldog named Scooby. I can’t remember the exact date, but I’m pretty sure it was in the 90’s. There were actually quite a few pets before Scooby, but I can’t recall them at all. It’s so ethereal, you could tell me they weren’t real, and sadly enough, I would believe you. After Scooby, I wouldn’t get another pet until 2005. My parents didn’t want to bring on that additional responsibility again. I even developed a dislike for dogs in that interim. 2005 was special in that it was a pretty heavy hurricane season and one of the hurricanes, Dennis, brought a cat to my backyard. He was probably abandoned because no one ever ended up claiming him. Luckily, my sisters and I somehow convinced my parents to let us keep him. We named him Denny. So began my love for cats.

Levy and Lucy by the Window

When I moved out of my parents’ house, they wouldn’t let me bring Denny with me, even though out of the family, Denny had the strongest bond with me. I’ve been told he would go into what used to be my room, looking for me. So there I was — pet-less once again. That didn’t last too long though. I’m not sure what triggered it, but a year later, I decided it was time to bring a cat into my life again. After a lot of searching and some adoptions that fell through, I made it to Buffy. She was beautiful. The adoption agency asked if I would also be interested in adopting Buffy’s sister Martini, since they didn’t want to separate them both. I gave it some thought and decided I’d adopt them both.

Levy Making a Funny Face

This was also around the time I was high on the Fairy Tail anime — days before it would go on hiatus for the first time. So I decided to name Buffy and Martini based on the two closest characters they resembled: Levy and Lucy.

Levy and Lucy Hanging Out

Levy had a shy personality. Who can say how exactly that came to be, but I think part of it was because she wanted interactions on her own terms. She didn’t like to be picked up and held. When she wanted to interact, she came to me and meowed; or she would lay down and strike an inviting pose for petting.

Big Sister Levy and Little Sister Lucy

One of the funniest things she would do was a bunny hop whenever she wanted to play. It cracked me up every time. I miss it. I’m gonna keep missing it. I even miss how I always had to watch out for Levy while she was eating; Levy was never confrontational, so every time Lucy tried to steal her food, Levy would just give up. So I had to give Lucy her food first, then give Levy her food. While they ate, I would sit next to Levy and protect her whenever Lucy inevitably strolled over (since Lucy would finish eating first most of the time).

Same situation when playing with the feather fishing pole. I had to make sure Levy always got chances to catch it, otherwise Lucy would hog it. Thinking about it, what an amazing toy. If I remember right, I first heard about it from JamJam. Levy and Lucy both would basically perform acrobatics trying to catch that feather. It was so much fun.

There were also those weird times when I would open a drawer and she would be sleeping inside of it. It was actually kind of terrifying the first time it happened. After that it was just hilarious.

Levy would also climb into the window each morning when I left for work. The way my neighbors explained it, it sure sounded like she was watching me leave, but hey, that could just be coincidence.

Levy's Grave

I wanted to have something permanent to remember her by, so I found someone on the internet that custom made crosses with engraved name plates. I bought one for her grave, and finished it off by planting a red geranium and some other flowers. Unfortunately, six months later Hurricane Matthew came through and ripped Levy’s flowers out of the ground.

Since today’s the anniversary of her passing, I stopped by Home Depot and picked up some new flowers to plant for her. I got two Lilies and an Impatiens. I don’t know anything about flowers, so I basically just looked for the prettiest flowers I could find. I also re-waxed her cross to help protect it from the weather.

I think it looks good. It’s the best I can do for her now that she’s been returned to the earth. I’ll always miss you, Levy.

Levy Staring into the Distance

Rest in peace, Little Buddy.


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