The hardest thing about being away from home is being away from the people that you love, or I guess I should say the souls you love. Luckily, the internet is a pretty amazing thing. I text my best friend every day, call my parents when I need advice, and my sister is always reachable. But you can't skype your cat. When I left home on September 23rd, I made a point of finding my cat and giving him one last cuddle and kiss. He was an old cat and I knew that the likelihood of him still being around after my year abroad was slim. However, 9 months went by and he was having some issues but nothing major. I thought I would be home in time to be there for him in the end. I wasn't.
Nevada passed away on July 1st. He had a great 18+ years of being in our family. He was tired and he just fell asleep. I want to thank my mom for taking care of him. He was my cat, but she was the one who took care of him all these years. She always joked about bringing him to Oregon or my house in Reno but we always knew that my mom's house was his house and his home. Below are just some random memories. I also hope to add more pictures when I get home and have access my other hard drive.
His favorite toy was a McDonald's happy meal toy Pumba from the Lion King. He carried it everywhere with him and sometime's you would wake up to him attacking Pumba.
His name was Nevada because we got him on Nevada day and his grey fur looked appropriate for the Silver State name.
I always called him Gato and he often came to that name instead of Nevada.
He loved Gracie. They would wrestle and play all day long. He would sit on one of the tall kitchen chairs and just dangle his tail in her face until she freaked out. Gracie would often walk around the house with grey fur hanging from her mouth.
He also loved kids. When Leeland was little he would always pet Nevada against the grain. Nevada would just sit there and let LC cuddle with him anyway. Even my cousin's daughter, Avery, would smack him on head repeatedly and Nevada would just roll his eyes.
Nevada was there for it all. I was 6 years old when we got him and I'm now 24. It's so bizarre to think that a huge piece of home won't be there when I get back. But I know he was loved, I know he was happy, and I know he will never be forgotten.
RIP, Nevada "Gato" McMahon, I love you.
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