One year ago today I said goodbye to one of my heart-kitties. My soulmate and Big Buddy, Cotton
Cotton had almost 4 years with us - the poster boy for unadoptable cats at a local rescue. We adopted 11 lbs of gangly, depressed, unhealthy white cat and ended up with 13lbs of bouncy, loving, goofy white cat. We don't know how old he was when he came to us or when he left, just that he'd been on deaths door when he came in from his feral colony, so every day for him was an extra...and he made the most of it.
Neither Mike or I believed it had only been a little under 4 years when Cotton passed. He was one of those cats who was a critical part of the family from the moment he came home. He was a hug when you needed it, (even if you didn't know it.
) a laugh when you wanted it and a ball of unconditional love every moment of every day.
In the last year of his life, we fought the good fight against diabetes, hyperthyroid and heaven only knows what else. Cotton had never had a robust immune system and in the end his body just couldn't do it anymore. He passed in my arms on the way to the e-vet right about this time one year ago today. Knowing him, it's probably one of the places he would have picked to be when he passed (Cotton would sleep all night in your arms - he loved to be held) and that eases my heart.
I love you Cotton. I don't know that you realized how much you meant to me...or maybe you did. You always seemed to understand more about that sort of thing than the rest of us.
Rest in peace, Cotton.
I'm glad that you're not sick anymore, I'm glad you're happy, and I'm glad you found a way to visit me that night earlier this year. I miss you, big buddy. You were an amazing cat and 4 years or 40 wouldn't have made any difference in how much I loved you.
Cotton had almost 4 years with us - the poster boy for unadoptable cats at a local rescue. We adopted 11 lbs of gangly, depressed, unhealthy white cat and ended up with 13lbs of bouncy, loving, goofy white cat. We don't know how old he was when he came to us or when he left, just that he'd been on deaths door when he came in from his feral colony, so every day for him was an extra...and he made the most of it.
Neither Mike or I believed it had only been a little under 4 years when Cotton passed. He was one of those cats who was a critical part of the family from the moment he came home. He was a hug when you needed it, (even if you didn't know it.
In the last year of his life, we fought the good fight against diabetes, hyperthyroid and heaven only knows what else. Cotton had never had a robust immune system and in the end his body just couldn't do it anymore. He passed in my arms on the way to the e-vet right about this time one year ago today. Knowing him, it's probably one of the places he would have picked to be when he passed (Cotton would sleep all night in your arms - he loved to be held) and that eases my heart.
I love you Cotton. I don't know that you realized how much you meant to me...or maybe you did. You always seemed to understand more about that sort of thing than the rest of us.
Rest in peace, Cotton.
I'm glad that you're not sick anymore, I'm glad you're happy, and I'm glad you found a way to visit me that night earlier this year. I miss you, big buddy. You were an amazing cat and 4 years or 40 wouldn't have made any difference in how much I loved you.
