The other day we said goodbye to our dear cat, Bruce. I adopted Bruce in the summer of 2001 from a shelter in Williamsburg, Brooklyn (I used to tell him that he lived in Williamsburg before it was cool). He's been with me through it all: the beginning of my adulthood as I was looking for my first job in New York; the heartache of September 11th; my move to Philly and marriage to Bob; our quick year in San Diego; the arrival of Ruby—and finally to our current home in Los Angeles, where he left this world on Monday for lots of cat nip and sun-filled naps in cat heaven.
I always feel funny revealing to people that I'm a cat lady, but I've come to realize that pets bring such warmth and love to our lives. Their love is different than what people can offer, but it's just as meaningful and true.
We will miss you, Bruce Mo Cho. You were playful, curious, often mischievous, and so, so loving. Thank you for being such an important part of our family.