Hi All,
This is not book related but thought I would share this moment with you as it weighs heavily on my mind. I lost one of my beloved boys yesterday. He was 17 years and 7 months old so pretty good for a cat. He had kidney disease and we knew it would claim him in the end but it's still hard to believe he's gone. He was such an angel and was actually doing better than his brother from the same litter or so I thought. His brother has alot of other health issues.
Anyway, he never complained and even let us know when he needed to use the litter box so we could carry him there as he couldn't walk the last few days. Now how many cats would bother to do that? I sure wish one of my girls (the retarded devil cat) would have taken a lesson or two from him.
I miss him terribly and the house seems lonelier and quieter which is only in my imagination I know. I keep hearing his meow and seeing a vision of his black and white form in the corner of my eye. I'm so dreadfully tired after sitting for three days at his bedside with only three hours of sleep during that time. I'm consoling myself that he had the best life I could give him and he's now in the summerland chasing butterflies and grasshoppers and sitting in the sun spots again like he used to love to do.
I've neglected my writing, blogs and email and need to get back to all that after I've rested. I just wanted to share this with any of the cat lovers who may read this.
Blessings,
Sunni
