Trouble Meyer, 1998-2015


Last week, we had to have our wonderful, cranky, crotchety 17-year-old cat, Trouble, put to sleep.

We got Trouble way back in 1998 at Seattle Animal Control. We wanted to get a companion for Commie, and as always, decided to let the cat choose us. Or choose me, as it turned out — we passed by Trouble’s cage (marked with the temporary shelter name “The Little Ninja”), and she reached through the bars and grabbed at me. From that moment on, she was very much my cat. She didn’t mind Scott all that much if I wasn’t around, but for the most part, if I was in the room, I was definitely the most important monkey around.

Trouble was skittish around other people, but loved to cuddle with me. She was fairly quiet for a lot of years, then really came into her tortoiseshell voice — creaky meows that we referred to as murbling, bitching, nagging, and various other terms meant with love.

Since Commie passed two years ago, Trouble’s health had been up and down — thyroid issues, mystery wheezing and noxious bad breath (chest X-rays were clear, the vet was mystified, so we went with antibiotics and crossed our fingers; she responded to the treatment, but we still don’t know what was really wrong with her). Even up to 2 weeks before our cross-country move, we weren’t sure if we’d be moving with one cat or two. We had more than one time in the last year when we prepared to lose her.

She made it across the country, and took right away to the new apartment (the ground-floor windows with a view of people walking their dogs has proven popular). But then she took a turn for the worse a few days after we arrived. She stopped eating, stopped socializing, stopped grooming, and seemed absolutely miserable; she found an empty bookshelf and stayed there, with only an occasional shaky walk out to visit the litter box (where things were left uncovered, and weren’t pleasant). We rushed her to a vet down here; she’d lost over a pound in just over three weeks. We all agreed that while we could run more tests, and try new medications in an attempt to pinpoint what was making her shut down, trying to extend her life a few more weeks or months . . . she was pretty clearly telling us that she was done.

I doubt I’ll ever have another cat who loves me as much as that little cat did. I think she would have crawled inside of me if she could, sometimes. Of course, we’ll get Cheddar another companion; hopefully someone closer to her own age. Probably not another tortie, though — we already had the best one there was.

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  1. Gutted. Have loved your posts about cats for years. You did the kind thing, though.


  2. My condolences. I can completely empathize. Our 13-year-old cat, Magic, had to be put down a month ago due to stomach cancer. There could have been 10 willing laps in a room, but he always sought out mine.


  3. I’m so sorry.

    We lost our tortie earlier this year. She was fine and still acting like a kitten until one morning we woke and up and she was old and tired.

    I hope you find another kitty to love you as much as this one did.


  4. I’m so sorry for your loss. I still miss our cat and it’s been 3 years. We haven’t been able to adopt another since then (family member with allergies), but still catch ourselves looking for him.


  5. What a sweet, sweet kitty and story. Hugs and more hugs.


  6. I am so sorry about the loss of your beloved Trouble. I know how heart breaking that is. The hardest thing to do is saying goodbye to a best friend. Big hug for you.


  7. Hi Missy. Love your posts. Thanks for your humane act with you beloved cat. I had to do the same a few years back with my dog and took a few years to get another. Saw a while back you thought of doing graphic arts online. What’s your recommendation for school? Thanks.


    missy Reply:

    I’m leaning toward The Graphic Design School, which seems to teach everything I want to learn, online reviews are good, and their Facebook page has a good lot of helpful students and teachers. It’s based out of Australia, but Photoshop and Illustrator are universal.


  8. First time visiting from BI, and I see this. I’m so sorry; torties are special (well, all kittehs are special but there’s nothing like tortietude). Best wishes for you, Cheddar, and Scott.


  9. I stumbled in from BI. I am so very sorry for your loss. Your post is beautiful, as is Trouble.

    I say “is” because they don’t die, not really. They’re always somewhere waiting in our hearts to ambush us. It’s been three years and three days since my beloved brindle dog mix of … everything but salad … died and I still dream about him. he’s there somewhere. Maybe he’s shoving his nose at your Trouble, who probably does not appreciate the attention at ALL.


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