I recently said goodbye to my best friend of 15 years. His name was Goldie and he was the coolest and smartest cat I’ve ever known.
Goldie belonged to a friend of mine all those years ago. My friend was moving out of state and couldn’t take Goldie with him so I offered to take him in.
I had never been a cat person up until I met Goldie. He was so chill and he liked me too so we became fast friends. Once, when staying the night at my friends house, I woke in the morning with Goldie sitting on my chest, cleaning my face.
There was a brief adjustment period for him where he hid under the bed for several days until he got comfortable with his new home. After that he quickly became very spoiled and ruled the house as “the boldest of the Goldest” and “King Goldie.”
He liked to hear me sing and play guitar, standing up and meowing loudly when I would stop playing. As soon as I started again he would sit down and relax. Those low note vibrations really excited him.
Goldie got me through some fun times and hard times just by being his cool, chill self. His perspective on life was very loving, genuine and curious about everyone and everything that came through his house.
He was wild about the world outside and every time he got to venture out he would get excited over all the smells, sights and noises. I loved him so much that it hurt. He really was my heart. I always wished I could be as cool as he was.
My entire 20’s and early 30’s were spent with Goldie. I wasn’t always able to be with him, but I knew that I could always go see him and he would be happy to see me and want me to pick him up and pet him and he’d talk to me about all he’d been up to and all his wild dreams.
He helped me in ways I never realized until now. It’s like he was a representation of my youth which is now gone. I can remember it, but I can’t go back there. Knowing what I know now, I don’t want to go back. I want to move forward and be healthy and productive with music and art.
Every time I sing those deep notes that Goldie loved so much, I think of him and miss him and hope that when my time comes I can go out with as much grace and boldness as my boy did.
I love you Goldie.