home is wherever i'm with lou
a comics tribute to my cat
Last week my husband, Mike, and I had to make the impossible decision to put our 9-year-old cat, Lou, to sleep. We had just found out that he had an aggressive cancer about a month prior, but he declined so much faster than we could have imagined. We’re heartbroken.
I grew up with cats, but Lou was the very first cat who was all mine. He moved with me into my first apartment when I was 24, just months before I met Mike. He was Mike’s first pet, ever. A couple years ago we adopted our cat, Harry, to be Lou’s companion.
Lou was maybe just as anxious as I was (am), and we clung to each other. He was there when I first started to draw autobio comics, so I have quite a few from the past 8-ish years that feature him. I don’t have the best memory, so I’m grateful to my past self for documenting these little moments, and I thought I’d share a few with you all:
How lucky are we to have pets to love and care for? In a lot of ways Lou saved my life over and over again. I’m so thankful.
