Cotton passed away in my arms tonight. His poor body just couldn't fight anymore
Goodbye, big buddy. You were my heart kitty and I loved you dearly. I hope you knew that. From the moment I first saw your picture in that rescue newsletter, I knew you were my cat. We fought our way through depression and dental problems, hyperthyroid and your chronic sniffles.
You were always my big, loving bundle of fluff. You preened for the ladies, tried to supplant Mike at every opportunity, made sure I got up with the alarm, then made sure I stayed in bed extra long rubbing your belly.
You helped Mike come out of his depression and you helped Freya overcome her neurosis...and you gallantly tried to teach her to hunt, even if the results weren't so good.
You cheered me up with a purr in the ear, and found nothing wrong with sleeping on us or in our arms. You helped me baste all of my quilts and made sure the furnace came on every winter. You kept my kidneys warm when I was sick and comforted me if I had a nightmare.
You were always there for me, and I never regretted getting you. We had four and a half great years, and even if we'd had thirty, I think it would still hurt this much. You were such a wonderful cat.
In the end, you passed away in my arms, wrapped in your blankie...the same way you joined our family. I cried on you that day too, and I promised I'd always be there for you; I'd always come back for you.
Thank you for sharing your life with me. I know one day we'll meet again, I'll get to hear your manly "meowlff," and we can play the belly game.
Rest in Peace Cotton. My big buddy, my Fuzzy man, my Mr. Cotton.
Goodbye, big buddy. You were my heart kitty and I loved you dearly. I hope you knew that. From the moment I first saw your picture in that rescue newsletter, I knew you were my cat. We fought our way through depression and dental problems, hyperthyroid and your chronic sniffles.
You were always my big, loving bundle of fluff. You preened for the ladies, tried to supplant Mike at every opportunity, made sure I got up with the alarm, then made sure I stayed in bed extra long rubbing your belly.
You helped Mike come out of his depression and you helped Freya overcome her neurosis...and you gallantly tried to teach her to hunt, even if the results weren't so good.
You cheered me up with a purr in the ear, and found nothing wrong with sleeping on us or in our arms. You helped me baste all of my quilts and made sure the furnace came on every winter. You kept my kidneys warm when I was sick and comforted me if I had a nightmare.
You were always there for me, and I never regretted getting you. We had four and a half great years, and even if we'd had thirty, I think it would still hurt this much. You were such a wonderful cat.
In the end, you passed away in my arms, wrapped in your blankie...the same way you joined our family. I cried on you that day too, and I promised I'd always be there for you; I'd always come back for you.
Thank you for sharing your life with me. I know one day we'll meet again, I'll get to hear your manly "meowlff," and we can play the belly game.
Rest in Peace Cotton. My big buddy, my Fuzzy man, my Mr. Cotton.
