Eulogy of Trixie and Kitty

• 12 February, 2026
• Personal
• Death

Today, the last cat from my childhood, Trixie, passed. She passed at around 9:40 AM. She's been a large part of my life and I want to explain how deeply she is interconnected with not only my personal life, but my online life as well.

Trixie was rescued by my brother and step father on September 14, 2014. My brother named her Trixie, because in his 4 year old eyes, she always did tricks for him. Both men begged my mom to keep her, and initially she said no. She kept thinking about the idea of her surviving out in the cold upcoming winter, and she turned around. She was almost 2 years old apparently when we rescued her. She was previously abandoned at just 5 months old.

At this time, I was living at my grandmother's house. We took care of my grandmother's cat, Kitty. She was a year older than I was at the time, 13. A mostly black with white spots, manx cat. She was not the first Kitty in the family and was named after another Kitty. She was shy, but took a liking to my mom and I. She had to adjust to Trixie upon her entering our house. They used to get into spats because Trixie wanted to play and Kitty was older and didn't want to. My mom had many times where she would wake up to hissing and yowling at night. Within a few years, they were able to sit next to each other and not fight.

Soon, my mom, step dad and brother moved out to a new apartment, then after a few years a new house. I never followed them to the apartment due to the small size and echo, so I stayed behind with my grandfather and the cats. I became very close with both of them. Eventually, I did move out to the new house and took Trixie. I wanted to take Kitty, but she wasn't mine. My grandfather took care of her. Half a year later, she has a seizure under the kitchen sink and is wobbly. I rush over and take her to the vet, only to find out she had an aneurysm. I took her to see Trixie, who hissed at Kitty but seemed to understand she was dying. Kitty was put down that day, because the wobbling was like a sea sickness but permanent, and she refused to eat or drink. She lived to be 20, passing on November 30, 2021.

Kitty was a sweetheart who was born a farm cat. She was adopted by my grandmother as a kitten, and her favorite toys involved strings. As I lived with Kitty, I slowly discovered her affinity for yarn and string. She developed this based on my grandmother's hobby of fabrics and knitting. I played with her a few times, and she seemed to be so excited but nervous after a few moments, like she was not supposed to play. She usually hid under the sink away from the chaos my family brought, but she was smart. She could open cabinet doors, and I often left my door cracked so she could visit me any time. She visited at night, and occasionally slept with me. This didn't change when Trixie came. She had a bit of a smokers meow, but it was light. It was like that of a sweet old lady.

Trixie, earlier this month, was having pain when urinating. She slowly stopped eating and drinking, and after more painful trips to the litter box I took her to the vet. She was dehydrated and lost 2 pounds, dropping to 7. We put her on fluids, and for the next week she was constantly drinking alongside putting fluids in her via needle. She barely ate, however. I started sleeping on the floor to accommodate for her wobbling developed from a lack of eating and the gabapentin given that day for the vet trip. Her wobbling slightly improved, but now Trixie was leaking urine often and when she did try to go in the litter box, she squatted oddly and struggled. The dribbling improved to little spots, but her bladder size increased dramatically. My mom and I took her to the vet again, and her bladder was drained. However, we were told she was still dehydrated despite the fluids and drinking. We were recommended to put her down, because her kidneys are failing.

Trixie lived to be roughly 13 to 14 years old. I was desperately hoping she would stick around for another 7, but apparently it is common for cats who live outside while young to develop kidney issues later down the line. At least she eventually found someone who dragged her anywhere they could.

Trixie, upon attaching herself to me, was affectionately called a "velcro-kitty" by my vet. She loved to sit on my shoulders, lay on my back, sit on the back of my computer chair. She loved being around me, period. She was very talkative and affectionate. She licked me on the nose, cheeks, and especially hands. I could offer her my hand and she would immediately lick it. She lost all of her teeth except for her incisors a year after we rescued her, so she often had a dopey, innocent look to her. When I went to college for the single year I did, I took her with me to Florida. She seemed to love the state as much as I do. She even got to see the house I grew up in, when the hurricane in 2022 hit. She laid in its back porch, loving the sunlight. She seemed at home in Florida. I wanted to take her to a Floridian beach one day, because she always smelled like salt water.

I knew I always needed her, but it never hit me until a few years ago hoe much she needed me, too. There was a time my mom and I fled to her sister to get away from my step dad for a day, and we dropped off Trixie with my grandfather. This was before he moved in. When we came back, Trixie was pissed and refused to come down. She seemed to hate that we just dumped her off and immediately left, with no trace of us. She eventually came down, but from that day I made sure she always had something of mine when we traveled. I applied this to when we traveled to Florida for college. She loved the hotels we stopped at, and often picked the beds by the windows.

One of my favorite memories of her was back when I lived at my grandmother's house. I had put her on a harness and sat with her on the porch, and it was raining. Oddly enough, she seemed to like the rain. She let it soak her fur. She never made the move to come inside herself. There was many other memories, after we all lived in our new house, where my grandfather would take Trixie with him to pick me up after my work shift ended. She liked car rides sometimes.

Many personal friends of mine can recount the amount of times in calls they'd hear Trixie in the background. It came to a point where even when I tried to record by myself, doing voice acting work, Trixie would interrupt me and meow at me. I think she was confused on why I would hide under a blanket and say random things... I was recording for Friday Night Funkin: D-sides when she continuously interrupted me. Upon sending the voicelines over, her meowing was incorperated into one of the songs created for the pause menu. She's immortalized now...

Nobody could ever replace Kitty or Trixie. They are my children to me, and it pains me so much to see any of them go. I am just glad they stuck around and loved me.

Rest in peace, you two.