Remembering Dezi

At the risk of alienating potentially half my reading public, I’m admitting that I’m a cat person.

Although I never grew up with pets, I became a convert when I initially moved in with my now-wife, who owned a cat named Dezi. Since I’d never lived with a pet in the house, I must admit I was a bit apprehensive at first and simply hoped to reach some level of mutually-tolerable acceptance. Instead, I not only got used to her, I truly came to appreciate her and consider her part of the family—and I’m pretty sure it was mutual. (I asked my wife once whether she would have had to make a choice if I didn’t getting along with Dezi—she said yes, and I suspect I would not have come out on top!)

Dezi left us two years ago this month due to natural causes—she was nearly 20 years old (7 is considered old for a feline!), so she lived a full life, as well as brought a lot of enrichment and joy to our home.

This is just a remembrance of her, and I’m glad our eldest child had an opportunity to spend some time with her before she left us. (A full tribute to Dezi, posted March 2006, can be found here.)