Last Saturday our cat Petra passed away.
She'd been with us for twelve years, nearly a quarter of my life.
We adopted her from the Lort Smith Animal Hospital in North Melbourne the same week I became a freelance writer, in January 2004.
As a result, I thought of her as my "business associate"; a kind of silent (well, not so silent) partner who did her thing while I was doing mine.
She was also a friend. Our interaction was limited by communication barriers, and by the very different ways our brains worked; but we communicated just the same.
|At my desk, in November 2011.|
I didn't need to be Doctor Dolittle to figure out what she wanted most of the time (generally summarised as "attention").
|Interrupting my packing in April 2015.|
It was partly this mysterious interaction that made me decide to become vegetarian this year; she made me see animals as emotional beings with whom we can connect.
I learned a lot from Petra, and I think she had a good, fulfilling life and knew that she was loved.
She's gone, and she's left a hole in our lives. In my working life, too. The home office seems so still this week.
She's gone, and I miss her so much.