For the first time in over 20 years there are no sounds of little cat feet in my home.
Until this past April we had two cats - but Cleo passed away then. She came into my life late, sort of. When TheKid’s dad moved in, he brought the quiet, beautiful Cleo with him. She never meowed, she chirruped. Having no front claws, she had a delicate walk - even when she was 20 pounds. Last January she started losing weight. By March she was down to a “normal” 9 pounds. She was my lovey cat. At night she would sleep by my head, purr into my ear, and was just all around one of the sweetest cats I’ve known. She was 16 years old when she went downstairs and never came back up. I was heartbroken. She was always TheKid’s cat, but as she aged she became my cat too.
Four years prior to Cleo coming into my life, I fell in kittylove with one of the ugliest balls of fur ever. She had a fox face with huge ears, sitting all alone at the humane society. It was love at first MEOW! She wasn’t quiet, even then. Sadly, the Bernie is now playing with Cleo. Three years ago she was put on thyroid meds when she went from 12 pounds down to 6 pounds in less than a month. We were able to keep her between 5 and 6 pounds until about a month ago, when she started losing muscle. When her vet called about refilling her prescription, I started crying - every time I refilled the damn thing I thought it would be the last. But she was a stubborn cuss. Until last night. She could barely walk. Age and the meds made her fragile. She turned her tiny nose up at her favorite food - warmed up beef baby food. She meowed for the first time in a long time - but these were feeble meows directed at no one we could see.
So today we had to say good bye to her. When I last held her, nuzzling her little noggin, she looked up and quietly meowed.
My house is too quiet. I don’t want to go to bed. After Cleo died, Bernie took her place snuggling with me. Every night she’d hop up and curl up alongside of me. If I was doing crossword puzzles she’d plunk her fuzzy butt down in the middle of the book. Even last night she managed to hop up and curl up with me. Ass in face, of course, but that was her.
I hate this. TheKid is torn up. I miss my little fuzzybutts.