On Friday, January 8th at about 5:10 pm, Cornelius took his leave. He was very sick and not having any fun, so I chose to think about him rather than keep him with me, I wanted to more than you know.
Who knew that cats and dogs could get human diseases? He had epilepsy and diabetes. They didn't leave him alone and the cure was more than I had. So watching him go from a big old' boy to 7 lbs. was more than I could bear.
It was scheduled for Tuesday at 5pm, but I found a clinic that was 1/3 the cost so I had a reprieve of a little over 3 days from one appointment to the last one, so I got to spend some quiet time with him. On Friday, the clinic had a nice room where we were alone for about 30 minutes.
We snuggled on the couch and then he was sedated. He was my little stoned buddy for about 15 minutes. When she came in for the end, I made sure from her that he could not see me or hear me leave, then said "I love you buddy" and chose to leave him in her care for the final shot. They were lovely ladies and I get him back today. I have a pretty tin with spring flowers on it all ready, and I am going to keep some of him in a small little bottle.
I know he wasn't a person so there is no comparison. But, I have not yet cried. The dam will no doubt break at some point, but I keep stoic so I can take care of business and reflect on why he had to leave so soon. I donated all his things to the folks in my park. I made this frame and am posting some of his last photos. Some are sad as he was very weak and ready to go.
He gave me 5 years of the best CatPanionship there was. He was always ready to curl up for a great photo op, got in my way when I needed to work, head booped me to mark me as his own, and was the best snuggle buddy at night. No matter how bad a day was, it ended with his chin on my hand.
But, soon he will move into that wonderful place where Cujo and Buddy, Quill and Kizzy, Salsha and Judy, Sabastian and Boo Boo, and all the critters I have loved and shared and said goodbye to reside. He will have great company.
But, for now he will also be my last. Many believe I should never let the loss outweigh the love. And they are probably right.
I just know that I will keep that funny face as a reminder that I could never find another like him so I am not going to try.
Sandi/PBP
Meet Koneko! She is a delicate grey tabby that was rescued as a kitten. Koneko loves watching birds out the window, from her catio or on television.
This is one of the ten cats I owned. She was adopted when she was around 3 months old. Here is Sophie in the garden. She loves being in the garden, by herself.
He is our landlady's cat brought to her by her daughter when she was in high school. To convince her mom to adopt Tom Tom, she made up a crazy story that this sweet cat was found in a box by the side of the road, next to his two dead siblings.
She was an unwanted cat, adopted by my parents. Last month she just appeared at my parents' doorstep. And she's so welcome to be part of the family.
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This little girl came from the humane society when she was one. Coincidentally, she's the same age as my first cat, and they get along well, usually. She's got the tip of one ear clipped, which makes me think she might have once been a stray or feral cat and was part of the trap, neuter, release program.
I rescued Shaka from a drainage ditch on the side of the road. I heard a car pull up in front of my friend''s home. The passenger threw a carton into the deep drainage ditches we have on our road.
