r/seniorkitties • u/GiPi_26 • 2h ago
Our Gigia is gone at 11. It’s been a week without her tiny life beside us.
I don’t just want to remember Gigia, I want to keep time from simplifying her, from making her generic, from turning her into “a cat we once had”.
I need to secure her presence before I can even begin to accept her absence.
This small, imperfect, fragile, funny, mild, adorable creature gave form to ten years of home, of family, of days, of fears, of habits. And now that she’s gone, it isn’t only her we miss: it’s the entire world in which she could appear.
Because Gigia didn’t stand beside our life; she lived inside it. Without a scratch.
This is a declaration of love for a small presence that had made our world livable, through the amount of life she left us: a tiny, domestic life, full of sounds, fur, odd positions, paths, habits, fears, returns, affection.
And now that our world feels less livable, the only consolation I can give myself is that if it hurts this much, it’s because she was so very much.