Kitty Love and Loss
One of my other mom's has a cat...a beautiful orange alley cat that decided to adopt her family. Quite literally; he snuck in somehow while the family was away for the weekend and left wonderfull kitty messes everywhere and when they tried to get rid of him, he wouldn't leave. He'd run back inside and that was that....they had themselves a cat. He would be taken on walks to the park and would run around and then come back home when he was done; he favored the father (he hated cats for the first 20 some odd years of his life) and curled up in his lap...they were both of the same breed I suppose. He is about 17 years old...which is about 119 in kitty years. His heart is failing, he has breathing problems, arthritis, his sight is going, and has an enlarged thyroid; he is actually in great shape for a cat his age. He is going though..his life is fading and I saw that today when he wouldn't eat his food...he always eats his food and as much of the other cats as he can. I've never had anything close to me die except once as a child, but I am scared to see him go, and I am more especially afraid to see his owner find him dead when no one is at home. She' already lost a son and is afraid to lose anything else. I want to be there when he goes and hope to give her a shoulder. Well Max...we have a backyard that we'll take care of for you...We love you.