It always happens when you least expect it...saying goodbye to yet another friend
I woke up this morning to the sound of crying... it was my dad and sister. My dad was actually walking into my room. He informed me that our cat Opus had died. Opus was 13 1/2 years old. He was going to be 14 this spring. Long time for any animal I think. We noticed recently that he had started to lose weight, but he was still eating though. My mom saved up money to take him to the vet and we were going to take him after the holidays (we all know how appointments go). Unfortunately, we were a bit too late. I'm not angry over it. It happens. It was just shit timing.
Not going to lie that I'm not sad, believe me, I am even though I feel numb. Opus was the cat I've had since I was eight years old. He was my last living pet from when I was a kid. But I do realize he lived one amazing, spoiled life. My father loved that cat very much. It's just rough though because my dad's birthday is tomorrow. I have never heard my dad cry so much, except maybe when his father died.
It's going to be weird not hearing Opus' meows and cries. I still remember when we first got him and his brother mylo from my Uncle Jack. They were kittens from a litter my uncle's cat had just recently had. I was either eight years old or close to being eight. I remember it was summer of 1993. (mylo was an orange tabby cat. he died when i was 12. he was like 35 lbs and we figure that was a heartache or something. my dad spoiled him a bit too much)
Opus was the runt of the litter. My uncle was like "if you don't take him, he might have to be put to sleep." I never thought the smallest cat of the litter would be the most unique, amazing cat ever. Opus had this cool personality to him. He was such a friendly and loving kitty. He loved lucky charm marshmellows and sweet foods. He would cry and meow at me until I would give him a taste of whatever mashmellow cerial I was eating haha.
Opus loved cold weather. One time when I was 17, he got outside without us knowing it and my dad found him on the car porch standing on top of a snow mound. He jokingly called opus "Nanook of the North."
Opus loved listening to music. He would lie on his back and stare up at the cealing while my father would play jimi hendrix or the doors.
His meows were interesting. it sounded like he was talking. Now the odd thing was that you could barely hear him purr. The vet told us that might have been a birth defect or something. Despite not being able to hear it, you could always feel it or barely hear it when you put your ear near to his throat.
I wish I had photos of him to post, but I don't have any on this computer and my scanner is back at school. We were pretty sure Opus was part maincoon, because of the way he looked and some of his mannerisms. He was such a pretty cat. He even looked pretty the last time i saw him alive. My sister was the person who named him. She named him Opus after the Berkeley Breathed cartoons and comics of Opus the Penguin. She felt that opus wore a suit kinda like how a penguin does. Opus had a white patch of fur on his chest. He had grey and black fur. It's hard to explain. (he looked simular to my friend's maincoons)
I am just thankful that he died when I was home. The last time I was home before semester exams, I told opus to hang in there for me. Lucky for me, he did. That's the one thing that has been interesting, with the deaths of bosco and bubba (my two dogs) and now with opus, I have been home to take care of business. I'm not sure how I would have handled it if I weren't home.
To say the very least, I am going to miss my cat. (thankfully my other cat meeb is still around. and my sister still has her cat) I just look on the brightside that we had Opus for so long and that he's now reunited with his brother.
Not going to lie that I'm not sad, believe me, I am even though I feel numb. Opus was the cat I've had since I was eight years old. He was my last living pet from when I was a kid. But I do realize he lived one amazing, spoiled life. My father loved that cat very much. It's just rough though because my dad's birthday is tomorrow. I have never heard my dad cry so much, except maybe when his father died.
It's going to be weird not hearing Opus' meows and cries. I still remember when we first got him and his brother mylo from my Uncle Jack. They were kittens from a litter my uncle's cat had just recently had. I was either eight years old or close to being eight. I remember it was summer of 1993. (mylo was an orange tabby cat. he died when i was 12. he was like 35 lbs and we figure that was a heartache or something. my dad spoiled him a bit too much)
Opus was the runt of the litter. My uncle was like "if you don't take him, he might have to be put to sleep." I never thought the smallest cat of the litter would be the most unique, amazing cat ever. Opus had this cool personality to him. He was such a friendly and loving kitty. He loved lucky charm marshmellows and sweet foods. He would cry and meow at me until I would give him a taste of whatever mashmellow cerial I was eating haha.
Opus loved cold weather. One time when I was 17, he got outside without us knowing it and my dad found him on the car porch standing on top of a snow mound. He jokingly called opus "Nanook of the North."
Opus loved listening to music. He would lie on his back and stare up at the cealing while my father would play jimi hendrix or the doors.
His meows were interesting. it sounded like he was talking. Now the odd thing was that you could barely hear him purr. The vet told us that might have been a birth defect or something. Despite not being able to hear it, you could always feel it or barely hear it when you put your ear near to his throat.
I wish I had photos of him to post, but I don't have any on this computer and my scanner is back at school. We were pretty sure Opus was part maincoon, because of the way he looked and some of his mannerisms. He was such a pretty cat. He even looked pretty the last time i saw him alive. My sister was the person who named him. She named him Opus after the Berkeley Breathed cartoons and comics of Opus the Penguin. She felt that opus wore a suit kinda like how a penguin does. Opus had a white patch of fur on his chest. He had grey and black fur. It's hard to explain. (he looked simular to my friend's maincoons)
I am just thankful that he died when I was home. The last time I was home before semester exams, I told opus to hang in there for me. Lucky for me, he did. That's the one thing that has been interesting, with the deaths of bosco and bubba (my two dogs) and now with opus, I have been home to take care of business. I'm not sure how I would have handled it if I weren't home.
To say the very least, I am going to miss my cat. (thankfully my other cat meeb is still around. and my sister still has her cat) I just look on the brightside that we had Opus for so long and that he's now reunited with his brother.