It was not entirely unexpected, as she has been doing poorly for some time, and I have had her into the vet’s a few times in the last week. She was sacked out on the rug in the living room when I went out earlier today, and enjoyed her head skritches. When I got back a few hours later, she was in the same place, in the same position, but managed a weak “meow.” I was worried, and looked up the number of the local 24-hour emergency pet clinic. But it was too late; when I checked on her a few minutes later, she was cold and unresponsive. I rushed her to the clinic, where she was pronounced dead.
Hope was 18 years old, and a wonderful companion. She loved to play, and enjoyed watching the birds in the trees in my yard. She was always ready for a nap on my lap, during which she would purr. In fact, all you had to do was to touch her, and she would purr. If there was a World Championship of Purring, she would have won it. And most mornings, I’d wake up to find her beside me, curled up like a teddy bear. She was a sweet cat, and I miss her already.
Time heals, and it will this time also, but my house seems a little empty tonight. At least she passed in familiar and friendly surroundings. Friends, please join me in celebrating the life of my cat, Hope.