The day I moved to Colorado and my cat died


You know those times when you think

“this will be funny later”

Well this is truly one of those stories that I can laugh about now, this is the day I moved from Texas to Colorado; I drove 11 hours in a U-Haul alone, moved in with a stranger, my cat died, and then I met a bunch of high/drunk neighbors that helped me dig a hole at 3 AM.

Get comfortable, this is good.

So everyone who knows me knows that I’m a cat person, I had a cat named Sneakers from a young child all the way through my undergrad. He was such a sweet cat and I loved him very much, when he died he was 21!


I’m from Texas, I did my undergrad at Texas Tech and then moved up to Fort Collins, Colorado for my Masters. I didn’t know a single person and I was terrified. On the day I moved I ended up packing all my stuff in a U-Haul (drove over many sidewalks) and drove myself 11 hours to my new house, with a brand new roommate.

Who I had only met once previously

Did I mention I also had my two cats, Littlefoot and Sneakers?

Any-who, I get to Colorado and its about 10 PM. I get everything unpacked and when I go upstairs to my room, my poor older cat sneakers has a heart attack in my arms.

This was obviously very traumatic but I wouldn’t have had it any other way. I got to hold my baby throughout his last moments.


Picture taken right after I had surgery. He was such a cuddle bug!!

After Sneakers died, I was immediately terrified of the dead cat body.

Like what do I do with Sneakers?

It’s 10 PM… I literally just met my roommate, how do I go in there and tell her that my cat just died?

So I spent a good 15 minutes trying to decide what to do and I went into my new roommates room and said,

“Okay so hey.. I know I literally just met you but I’m pretty sure my cat just died, he’s really old”

“Oh also I’m terrified of the body and I can’t go in there.. soo.. want to help?”

So my poor sweet roommate goes into the bathroom to make sure; yes this cat is dead and then we have to decide what to do.

SIDE NOTE: When I was later telling this story to my flute teacher she was like “oh why didn’t you just put him in the freezer?”

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We decide that we have to bury Sneakers.

We also learn that we don’t have a shovel

Off to Walmart we go.

We get to Walmart and at this point I’m a mess and I’m crying and all red-faced. We go back to the garden department and this particular Walmart has their shovels BEHIND A GATE. A gate that has to be unlocked by an employee.

It’s midnight by now and I’m at Walmart crying and I have to go ask this employee if he can unlock the shovel locker so I can buy one.


Okay.. Shovel – CHECK. Ready to dig this hole.

Umm.. Have you guys ever tried to dig a hole? It’s REALLY freaking hard, especially in Colorado for some reason.

My roommate and I are in the back yard which is open to all the other townhouse back yards and we spend about a good hour and a half digging this hole, after an hour and half we have a good 2 inches.

We suck at digging apparently.

Fast forward to 3 AM. We’re outside still digging this hole and about 5 guys bike by, obviously drunk and coming home from the bars. They look over at these two girls, crying and digging a hole in the back yard.

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After the extremely skeptical looks and me saying,

“Oh hello, my name is Sierra and I just moved to Colorado. My cat just died and I’m trying to dig this hole, do you want to help?”

They think for about 5 seconds and one of them takes the shovel and starts digging while the others go into the house to get supplies.

I go inside to grab a sweater and when I come back this has turned into a freaking full-fledged ceremony with chairs, incense sticks, a Mexican flag, and 36 cans of beer.

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So here I am brand new in Colorado, minus one cat. Sitting in the back yard at 4 in the morning with my brand new roommate and 5 of our drunk neighbors drinking beer and wrapped around a Mexican flag while holding incense sticks and digging a hole for my cat.

Welcome to Colorado?

After they dug the hole, they put my baby Sneakers into the hole and then I KID YOU NOT each of them sprinkled a little bit of dirt and one of them even gave a really good speech.

Think: Farewell Aragog!!


And then we went inside and Littlefoot and I went to bed. When I called my mom to tell the story she said “oh that’s so great that you made friends honey, I’ll miss Sneakers.”

And there you go – my very first day in Colorado.

RIP Sneakers!!!

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2 thoughts on “The day I moved to Colorado and my cat died

  1. In my defense, a preserved body would be better to transport to the vet the next morning?

    Jeff said he would bury the cat in his yard.

    I’m a heartless person. RIP Sneakers.

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