Nip died yesterday. He was my Alpha cat, my in my face, in my lap, by my side cat. I was his staff, his Mommy, his BFF. In the morning he'd walk right over my head, stroke my face and purr deep into my ear. Wake up! Feed me NOW! BEFORE you sit down with your coffee.
I was just writing last week about making peace with life's inevitable beginnings, middles and endings. And on Sunday I had a conversation with my sister, saying I wouldn't take expensive, extraordinary measures to extend a pet's life. The timing of all this is coincidental?
On Sunday Nip was his usual self. Except that he didn't play long with the catnip. On Monday he ate less. On Tuesday he completely lost his appetite. A visit to the veterinarian was in order. He wailed to me on Wednesday. By that evening the Vet and I knew what Nip probably already knew. His alpha had reached his omega. The cause was a tumor in his lung.
Yesterday the Vet and I eased him gently into kitty heaven. Nip, I love you. I miss you.
Thank You, Nip
May you rest peacefully, always have enough food to eat and hugs to reassure you
Born April Fool's Day, 2001 ~ Died January 16, 2014