pameladean

My much-loved orange cat is dead. He had had kidney disease since 2007, and would never eat the kidney-disease diet, but he did quite well, with occasional intervals of scaring us for the fun of it, until about a year ago. His severe decline began this summer, but he was still enjoying the sun and scritchings until this afternoon. The vet's best guess was either kidney cancer or a massive infection, and at 4.3 pounds he didn't have any reserves left, so we let him go. He summoned up one last purr for Raphael and me, and they opened the blinds of the examining room at the vet's so that he could be in the sun.

He was insouciant, mischievous, goofy, and affectionate, my airy comedian cat. I don't want to lie down on my bed to read, or go to bed when it's time, because nobody fluffy with four feet will perch on the small of my back or fling himself under my chin, purring madly and making it impossible to keep my neck straight.

I can't get images to load, but will try to put some up later.

We miss him.

Pamela