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Bear
He was a weird, wonderful cat with huge paws, a million toes, a long memory, an unnerving habit of looking you straight in the eyes, and no discernible capacity for anger.
He used to put his toys back when he was done playing with them. He comforted me when Rick and I broke up and he protected me from the usurper (sitting between us, sitting on Rick's feet) when we got back together. He eventually relented and decided he liked Uncle Dad after all -- especially his stinky shoes.
We've had a few extra years of bonus time since his first big illness, and what we got back from the vet then was a new kitty: snuggly, affectionate, demonstrative and communicative. His last few years were a gift, and I'll be grateful to him forever for that time.
We don't know for sure how old he was, but he was probably around 18. He had a good, long run with folks who loved him.
He went gently, with his head on my arm, and gave a lovely (and uncharacteristic) little warble/purr as he drifted away.
He used to put his toys back when he was done playing with them. He comforted me when Rick and I broke up and he protected me from the usurper (sitting between us, sitting on Rick's feet) when we got back together. He eventually relented and decided he liked Uncle Dad after all -- especially his stinky shoes.
We've had a few extra years of bonus time since his first big illness, and what we got back from the vet then was a new kitty: snuggly, affectionate, demonstrative and communicative. His last few years were a gift, and I'll be grateful to him forever for that time.
We don't know for sure how old he was, but he was probably around 18. He had a good, long run with folks who loved him.
He went gently, with his head on my arm, and gave a lovely (and uncharacteristic) little warble/purr as he drifted away.