So why am I so darn upset by it. Last night, around 5:15 P.M. just as the the full moon broke from the clouds our little 8 year old cat, who was being held lovingly by my wife, shuddered and shook then meowed his last meow and fell silent and still in my wife's arms. My wife passed him to me and I held him for the last time as he lay perfectly still in my arms, no more was he ready to slap his paws at me in playful gesture and never again will he stand before me ready to don his harness to go for a walk outside or go for a ride in the convertible which he loved to do. Every morning he would greet me and we would go down the stairs together and I would feed him and he would eat while I would make breakfast for the wife and myself. All the playful times I can think of with this cat who acted more like a dog at times, I'd walk by the chair he was sitting on and he would jump up and take a swat at me or he would run at me then go hide behind the couch as if to say come get me and then the hunt was on and I'd chase him throughout the house. This cat was a jumper, he could jump from the floor to the top of the fridge effortlessly and higher is given the chance. I remember one time I had him down by a stream and he was looking in the water and a fish came out of the water and scared him and the cat literally jumped 6 feet straight up in the air, funniest thing I ever saw and quite a memory. The vet said there was not much that could be done for him, we hoped the meds would make a difference but they didn't. I don't know if there is a cat heaven or not but if there is I know our cat Backpack will make it there because he was one good cat.
Vic1
Vic1
