I finally used my credit for five 16×20 canvas prints from mypix2canvas.com which operates locally out of Apex. I had already had one previous canvas of Herman and Aremid together. I spent awhile trying to figure out how I’d arrange these six prints. Two rows of three is what I had planned for months. Ultimately, I realized that one just didn’t fit.
So these five are together:
Aremid gets the most wall-space, and the prints are arranged in a sort-of symmmetry: Aremid-Zellouisa-Herman-Aremid-Zellouisa-Herman-Aremid.
I have had a whole bunch of photos from the mid-to-late-90’s scanned. The photos had been boxed up for years. I previously have only had a couple of pictures of the cats from their first couple of years. Now I’ve got several dozen, including a few from mid-May 1996 when I first got Aremid. I had not recalled him being a kitten, but photographically evidence bears out that he was a bit kitten-like.
Not of the highest quality, obviously. However, Aremid didn’t look much different between, say 1997 and 2007, so discovering these means a lot to me.
Yes, I still miss my cat. And back in February 2011, I was recovering from my first nephrectomy, and I had just gotten my new camera, and I was taking a ton of pictures, many of which I uploaded to Flickr. But there were many I hadn’t. And, yes, I basically I had a photo session with Aremid, who, himself, was not doing so well, having begun his decline which would basically last for a year-and-a-half.
Yes, he had food on his nose, and I didn’t realize it for weeks until my vet told me.
But I share photos I want to share via Facebook and my blog, and it’s instant enough. I feel constrained by the square format. I’m not part of an Instagram social network. I don’t need to make a statement by killing my account, but I did just use Instarchive to grab my Instagram photos so I can get them up to Flickr. I have probably posted many of these on the blog already. But, as I have time to kill, and I hate when I spend time to create a meaningful image and then never share it, I shall post a top of my 2012 Instagram photos. I will stick this post in the photography category even though I recognize how many would sneer at that association.
During this round of illness, I’ve been missing the one thing that comforted me the most–Aremid. He was a reliable security blanket in all sorts of rough times. I could always count on him to curl up right up again me, or to drape his front paws over my arms or my chest. Sometimes, I would have to go grab him from somewhere else, but he almost always stayed put wherever I placed him. He was the best.
My other cat, no matter how much I love her, will never do these things. It’s not in her nature, not after spending 15 years as the second cat who always saw Aremid getting my initial attention. I think she learned to stay out of the way. She’ll lie on the bed a foot away, but she doesn’t cuddle. She wants to be left alone.
The grainy photo above is what I call “Healer VIII”, part of a series of poor-quality but meaningful photos to me of Aremid being there for me during times of healing. This one was taken three weeks after my transplant surgery.
When I can’t find a Top 379 song on YouTube, I’m left scrambling for a video. This isn’t the most appropriate song for Aremid, and this is not an official memorial video (pics were quickly dumped from a 2010 album). But it’s an Aremid video, and I like the song, and it’s also fitting because the song is from You’ve Got Mail which was a Nora Ephron film.
It’s not my intention to post a picture of Aremid every other day. I’m not in perpetual mourning. Nor have I yet taken an adequate amount of time to pore through all the photos I have and take stock of his 16 years. I wish I could just take A DAY to mourn my cat. You probably think I have because of the posts I’ve made here. But I haven’t. Life begets plenty of other pressing problems.
Tonight, I was going to start going through photos. I wanted to pick out some favorites for a little project. And I wanted to enhance and/or crop ones that I may have previously not tried to do anything with. Unfortunately, I found myself sucked into a vortex of hate for Flickr, which has been my repository of choice for about six years, I think. Flickr is inadequate in so many ways I won’t go into it. But instead of going through photos, I was sidetracked by trying to figure out, in vain, how to best download my Flickr photos.
ANYWAY…within the very first photos, I noticed this one, and I think of it as Aremid’s happiest time. There were a few brief weeks in this new apartment in Durham when I wasn’t out of town training for a new job and prior to getting Zellouisa. I just love this picture.
I’ve been looking at some other photos from his early years, and there are so many great shots, much better than this…I can’t post every time I see some great shot…I’ll put together the best ones, put them out in a few posts, and that’ll be that.