RIP Ramses
Ramses was a abyssinian cat who belonged to our friends Bob & Nancy, with whom we have dinner most Wednesday evenings. I heard from Bob this morning that Ramses had to be put to sleep last night. Ramses was 19 1/2 years old, so quite geriatric for a cat, especially given that his breed's average lifespan is 13 years. He hasn't been doing very well for a while, and for the last several months that we've seen him he has mostly just sat in his favorite spot on the couch unless he was eating, drinking, or taking care of other bodily needs. Eating was a chore, taking about a half-hour to eat most of a can of wet food. Apparently this last week he didn't respond to his arthritis shots, which he had been getting weekly, and was just having more and more trouble in general, so they decided it was time.
RIP Ramses
These first three shots are from May 2006 when we were taking care of the cats while Bob & Nancy were out of town:
This last is from December 2008. Ramses had already taken up semi-permanent residence on the couch by then:
When I first met Ramses, he was a very regal, standoffish kitty cat. He never wanted a thing to do with me, or anyone else except Nancy, really. I remember one evening when we arrived for dinner, he came and jumped in my lap as soon as I sat down. I was totally taken by surprise, and said something about how he must be mad at Nancy. She said that yes, he was, as she'd not done something that he wanted (I no longer recall what) just a few minutes earlier. As he got up in years, he started to crave more attention and would cry for it if he wasn't getting enough. He was always very good about putting up with Corwin, and never seemed bothered by his attentions even once he had taken up semi-permanent residence on the couch.
RIP Ramses
These first three shots are from May 2006 when we were taking care of the cats while Bob & Nancy were out of town:
This last is from December 2008. Ramses had already taken up semi-permanent residence on the couch by then:
When I first met Ramses, he was a very regal, standoffish kitty cat. He never wanted a thing to do with me, or anyone else except Nancy, really. I remember one evening when we arrived for dinner, he came and jumped in my lap as soon as I sat down. I was totally taken by surprise, and said something about how he must be mad at Nancy. She said that yes, he was, as she'd not done something that he wanted (I no longer recall what) just a few minutes earlier. As he got up in years, he started to crave more attention and would cry for it if he wasn't getting enough. He was always very good about putting up with Corwin, and never seemed bothered by his attentions even once he had taken up semi-permanent residence on the couch.