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My nephew-cat died in the hospital. He had been very ill with CRF for a while, and his jaw had become infected, and he was very dehydrated. The vet decided to hospitalize him for a few days and see if he would recover or if she recommended him being pts. Unfortunately, he didn't recover at all but instead passed away.
Percival was one of the first cats I ever loved, or lived with. He was a rare one indeed- he would wait for us to come home by the door, he would beg for clandestine licks of vanilla iced cream. He was brilliant, and lively. He lived his first two years on the street, and after with us, but he was never anything but gentle with anyone.
He was patient, and loving, and affectionate. He always had to be with the people, always had to be in on the action.
He ran away once (my fault, he got past me) and the next morning I found him under the house meowing. I knew he would come back, but I only slept 2 hours that night anyway after searching for hours. I grabbed him out, and when I put him down inside he sauntered away like "What? I meant to do that!".
It was a hard time in my life, and sometimes when I would cry he would nuzzle my face and lick the tears as if to wipe them away.
When my nephew was born, he got a little jealous, and you'd find him mimicking him. If we said "Aww!" Percival would try to do whatever it was too. If my nephew was on your lap, Percival would try to sit there too. And he always sat on the dining table to supervise my nephew's mealtimes.
He played fetch, and was a great older brother to Schmaltz and a great friend to Zissou. He was a great hunter, and once caught a bat mid-air that had the misfortune of getting into the house. He was, in short, one of the most fantastic creatures I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. So smart, and just a little mischievous-- he would climb up on the counter and knock the whole pizza on the floor just to get at the banana pepper.
Schmaltzin is very lost without him, wandering the house meowling for him. Schmaltz is very special-needs anyway, please keep him in your thoughts as well.
So, Percival, some day we will all see you over the bridge, and you'll have as much energy as a kitten and we can play with the laser pointer for all eternity. And I'll make sure Zissou is there too, and you can sleep on your favorite chair with your butts touching like you did when she was a kitten.
I imagine you'll be waiting at the window, like you did every day when you knew your daddy was on his way home.
I'm only sorry that my nephew isn't old enough to remember you, you're in like half his baby pictures.
Rest in peace, Percival. You are loved. I'm glad you aren't in pain anymore.
Percival was one of the first cats I ever loved, or lived with. He was a rare one indeed- he would wait for us to come home by the door, he would beg for clandestine licks of vanilla iced cream. He was brilliant, and lively. He lived his first two years on the street, and after with us, but he was never anything but gentle with anyone.
He was patient, and loving, and affectionate. He always had to be with the people, always had to be in on the action.
He ran away once (my fault, he got past me) and the next morning I found him under the house meowing. I knew he would come back, but I only slept 2 hours that night anyway after searching for hours. I grabbed him out, and when I put him down inside he sauntered away like "What? I meant to do that!".
It was a hard time in my life, and sometimes when I would cry he would nuzzle my face and lick the tears as if to wipe them away.
When my nephew was born, he got a little jealous, and you'd find him mimicking him. If we said "Aww!" Percival would try to do whatever it was too. If my nephew was on your lap, Percival would try to sit there too. And he always sat on the dining table to supervise my nephew's mealtimes.
He played fetch, and was a great older brother to Schmaltz and a great friend to Zissou. He was a great hunter, and once caught a bat mid-air that had the misfortune of getting into the house. He was, in short, one of the most fantastic creatures I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. So smart, and just a little mischievous-- he would climb up on the counter and knock the whole pizza on the floor just to get at the banana pepper.
Schmaltzin is very lost without him, wandering the house meowling for him. Schmaltz is very special-needs anyway, please keep him in your thoughts as well.
So, Percival, some day we will all see you over the bridge, and you'll have as much energy as a kitten and we can play with the laser pointer for all eternity. And I'll make sure Zissou is there too, and you can sleep on your favorite chair with your butts touching like you did when she was a kitten.
I imagine you'll be waiting at the window, like you did every day when you knew your daddy was on his way home.
I'm only sorry that my nephew isn't old enough to remember you, you're in like half his baby pictures.
Rest in peace, Percival. You are loved. I'm glad you aren't in pain anymore.
