FluffyBob was a great cat. He was big, furry as all get out and could sprawl across reading material like a king; which he was of course, of a sort. His abilities to sleep and look warm and cozy were far beyond anything humanly possible. I will miss him dearly.
He loved people and always had to be close by. No conversation or gathering could take place for long without his company, though his only contribution would be his loud purring. A notorious chair thief, one would return to their seat after a brief excursion to find him ‘asleep’ in the chair as if he had been there for hours. Removal was of course accompanied by indignant protest.
Adamant of will and persistent as Sisyphus, Fluffy had determined the most acoustically resonant spot in the house from which his yowls would fill the home until his particular requirement was met. Usually this would be the dripping of the bathtub faucet as no bowl could hold water as pure, (nor specially purchased cat fountains for that matter). Yes I wanted to strangle him at times.
Yeah he could be annoying, but he was great in so many ways, from opening door knobs on his own, sleeping with paws and furry expanse of belly to the sky, to greeting me when I came home as if I was the most important person in the world.
He purred and was happy right up until the end, we held his emaciated but still purring form as life dropped out of him.
FluffyBob, I’m so sorry. He sounds like he was a wonderful little buddy.
I was just thinking that. But it helps a little to know that other folks are going through the same thing. And to imagine they’re all hanging out together now, in a giant Kitty Dopefest in the sky.
Thanks for the support, I know the dope is always a cat friendly place.
One of the hard parts of having pets is accepting that their lives are so short; I know my parents chose not to get new pets after the old ones passed because they did not want to deal with the loss again. I think it is worth it though.
I never had to watch my pet die before, and I found that hard. I would rather be there with my pet than have them pass alone, without me.
I miss my cat’s affection, and his thorough enjoyment of life. When he was happy he was completely happy, and took such joy in simple pleasures like a good place to nap. I think that is what I really like about animals.
He was still enjoying life at times in the end but he was definitely suffering. I am glad we had a last hour was so nice, and I can remember him as happy and loving.
Sorry for your loss FluffyBob,
I found it really hard being there when we put our cat Pinchaus down recently. But hindsight tells me I was glad I was there with her right to the end she was held in arms with a familiar smell. It’s getting easier to deal with, day by day.
(((shedding a tear))) Your kitteh had a loving owner and a good life, sounds like you were both lucky. As I said in another pet thread - this is the price you pay when you live with and love an animal… So sorry, it’s a sad sad thing. Been there, done that… But you know, there are millions of cats who need homes. We have always adopted another, or taken in a stray, because we just cannot imagine living without a cat in our house.
I think there’s an proportional relationship between the amount of love you gave and received, and the amount of pain you feel at the end. That’s the price you pay for love. And it’s totally worth it.
I’m so sorry.
Well put.