01/15/2024
Mr. Fifi. You left me just the way you arrived in my life. One day you were just here, literally walking into my apartment, my life, my heart. Then always by my side. You traveled the world with me, being there with me when I cried tears to leave my American life behind, and then again, two years later, leaving my German family. You adapted and thrived, whether in the role of a caretaker for little kittens, or a caretaker of my heart. Your final chapter was shaped by a new life, a little loving terrorist, sometimes loving and kissing you, sometimes pulling your tail. Making your life probably quite a bit less chill… but You always calm, always sweet. And that’s how you left us. Quietly. Quickly. It was too soon, my love. I wish you could have stayed with me longer. I will never know what happened before you found me. But I know that it was fate when you did. We were both so lonely. And both lifted each other up. When Emilia asked me yesterday where Fifi is, I told her that he is dead and a kitty angel now. She also asked me: “what’s wrong, Mama?” Everything is wrong right now without you here, Fifi. But how do you explain that to a toddler…
