My dear old mate, 21 years old, died in my arms today. I thought I might get him through the weekend and get him to the Vet on Monday. A weekend to eat his gourmet food and maybe hack up a furball on the newly cleaned carpet. I only noticed the swelling on his jaw two days ago and I'm sure it wasn't there or not big enough to feel a month ago. He loved having his chin scratched so I would have noticed. He cried that funny yodelling cat sound when he tried to eat his breakfast so I rang the Vet at 8 o'clock. Rang the taxi and asked for a cat loving driver and got one. Thank you, lovely man, for the careful driving. The cat never made another sound, not in the car or in the surgery. But I can hear him now and twice I've gotten up to fill his food dish before I remembered he wouldn't be eating anymore.He waited a long time to be top cat and had it for nearly two years. He survived a dog mangling, dragging himself home with his useless leg. That was three years ago when he spent 4 months on a feather cushion in front of the fire until he was himself again. Survived all his teeth out last June and survived the brain seizure that had him flying around the lounge floor uncontrollably until he stopped, went to sleep, woke up and headed straight for his food dish.
He was a motley boney headed old twit who loved to butt my shin to get attention. I've put everything away except his collection of tennis balls. I never did find out how he brought them in from the yard. He was the last living reminder of a crappy marriage. I'm going to miss him more than I miss the marriage.
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Awww, sad. Big and sincere hugs to you.
Hugs from me, also.
Oh Jahteh. I'm sorry to hear this.
So sorry, JT.
Thinking of you.
Oh! I am so sorry about this. We lost our old cat in February but the other day I knept thinking I had forgotten to do something and realised it was getting the cat up from her spot for the night... take care of yourself...your cat was loved and loved you...the best gift the human and animal kingdom have for each other.
So sorry, JahTeh. 21 years is a hell of a long friendship. Take care of yourself.
I'm so sorry to hear about your cat, especially when he'd been with you for such a long time.
*hugs*
Thanks to all. You never realize how much they're a part of you until they're gone or how much you're under their control. Still got up this morning to open the door for him and put the fire on, at four o'clock. He really felt the cold this winter.
Dead give away that you're single when the taxi pulls up in the wee hours of the morning and a disapproving cat is sitting at the gate.
Okay...that's ruined my Sunday, that has.
I've suddenly got an urge to let my own cat back into the house now. He's been banished to the back garden for the morning for stealing most of the leg of lamb we had planned for Sunday lunch. I think I'll let him finish it off instead and he can sleep on my half-completed jigsaw which he's been attempting to destroy for the last few weeks, if he wants.
My condolences go out to you. Been there, done that, and despite assuring myself that I would never go there again because it's way too painful, as the lines above prove, I'm just a muggins. Aren't we all? Having said that, I've never met anyone interesting who wasn't a cat lover. I suspect it's something in the character.
I'm so sorry to hear this. They leave such a big space, these beasties. You take care.
Farewell to a most marvellous moggie.
Sorry to hear about the loss of your Old Mate. May he rest in peace along with any memories of your crappy marriage.
Oh jahteh, I'm so sorry. It's awful when pets die, they're such an important part of life. Hope he didn't suffer.
The "Motley bony headed old twit" is now sending vibes from heaven....."go to my food bowl and fill it....open the door so I can go out....listen to me having unbrideled passion under your window then let me the *** back in at 3am".....FROM HEAVEN! God love him for still wanting to piss you off!
My deepest thoughts...Keep smiling girlfriend!
P.s Do you want my stupid dog....she's very nice!
XXXXX
My commiserations also JT. Our animal friends mean more to us than we realise.
I know you'll miss him, but hope you get another cat eventually, cat kingdom marches on.
People, the house is so silent.
I walked in this afternoon, dropped the bags at the door and went to grab his dish. I got out of the cab and thought to myself, I hadn't left the lounge light on for him. He got spooked if left alone in the dark. The back door got shut and locked last night for the first time in over 30 years so I nearly killed myself walking into it this morning.
I didn't miss the Blight this much.
I've had to take 9 cats and 3 dogs for the 'last ride' and I'm not doing it again.
I am getting the teddy bears out of the drawer, they don't need feeding and I just put a blog post in the comments. Bum.
If you're wondering why I didn't use his name in the post, it's because it's my password on everything I use. It's so insane no-one will ever guess it.
Teddy bears and toys are nothing on the real thing; neither are houseplants but I do try...
Seriously, I miss living with a cat more than I miss living with people. Infinitely more given some of the fucktards I've shared living space with.
El Creeepo went off with his blonde and left me the sole support of four cats and this was the last. I must have looked after them too well since they were all up around the 20 or so years as they went.
I'm feeding the birds outside and keeping the door firmly locked and I'd rather live with a cat than with another human.
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