Let me tell you a story about Loki the Cat.  Many years ago, back when my partner’s parents weren’t quite o.k. with us being together, back when I was still “the roommate” and all that, around Christmas time we decided that instead of going to her family Christmas, we were going to go and pick out a cat together.  We went to the humane society, both found a cat that we liked, sat in a room with her and randomly said, “Hey Loki,” and she walked right over and meowed.  That’s when we knew that we had found our cat.

Loki is one of the first things we got together as a couple.  In fact, she might be the first besides like, the first couple of apartments we had.  We picked her as a couple as a sort of silent “screw you” to the people who didn’t accept us.  Over the years, those people came around, and as we had to put Loki down tonight I realized something.  The vet said she had been sick for a while, but she didn’t seem like it.  Though even if she was sick, I realized that she actually held on long enough for the whole Vote No thing to happen.  It sort of feels like, we got her as a couple, and she left us as the state decided that limiting our right to marry is stupid.  So… thank you for staying around long enough for that, Loki.  

Now, Isis (our first cat) is sitting in the spot she use to sit in, and I think that deep down, Isis knew.  I mean, the two of them got along o.k., but for the past couple of weeks Isis has been doing little things like letting Loki eat/get the water first, which she use to not do.  So I think she knew.

So this post is to say farewell to Loki the Cat.  We both love you, sweetie, and try not to be too much of a pest where you’re going… because you can be a pest sometimes, you know?  Don’t eat ALL of the soft food, share with the other cats sometimes, and don’t yodel in the middle of the night because it’s not cute, it’s annoying.