It's true. No posts in ages. This thing called 'life' seems to get in the way.
Had three cats; down to one *weep*
As I said in an earlier post, my cats are elderly. Marble developed a heart condition which caused him to go down rapidly and he had to be euthanised. It was both saddening & shocking to see him deteriorate so quickly. Especially so as he was the youngest of my three oldies. My stripey boy is remembered by his ashes beneath an apple tree and a rose bush (Rose: Tawny Tiger). Marble was a Cat Of Character. He was never a lap cat, but he was affectionate in other ways. He had a very, very loud purr. In his last days he became a lap cat. He'd seek me out and spend hours curled up on me.
Marble
Then Francis, my lovely black and white boy. He died on October 30th 2012. Some years ago, he developed kidney problems. A vet wanted to euthanise him then. The vet was told to bog off and rightly so, as Francis recovered and went on to have many more happy years, full of life and fun. But the kidney problems took their toll and a wee while ago, aged 16, Francis got to the stage where life was no longer fun, he lost at least half his body weight and he knew... he knew.. I treasure the years with him. The vet came. Francis died in my arms, on a sunny day, feeling the wind in his whiskers for one last time, under the branches of his favourite willow tree. I wept. My husband wept. Francis was buried in a wooden casket my husband made for him and I made a lining for. He rests in the ground at the spot he died.
Francis, as I'll remember him
So, my old girl, Waffles is now a solo cat. She is amazing for her age (18). She's fighting fit. She may only have one eye, one fang, and have a metal pin in her right femur, but it doesn't slow her. I treasure her. She's my girl.
Waffles, on her eighteenth birthday
(looking smug as she can now get s**t-faced
on alcohol-infused mice)
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