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Things have been so crazy the last month, I never got a chance to properly memorialize my best boy ever, Lenny. He also answered to Len and Monster. He was euthanized last month very shortly after an x-ray confirmed lung cancer, and he was starting to get pulmonary edema. Really nothing could be done and I had to let him go before it got too bad, no suffering allowed for that beautiful soul. He was healthy as a horse until the cancer took him in a matter of weeks, rarely a sick day in his life.
He was adopted from a kill shelter when he was about 5 months old – he had been there 2 months (!! what? !!) and when I took him out of his cage he clung to me and wouldn’t let go, and purred and buried his little face in my hair… well, of course he went home with me that very day.
I had 18 years of love from him, when I say he was one of the best cats ever… well, he didn’t even know what the word “misbehave” meant. Never. Ever.
I used to tell people that he would wake up in the morning and say “How can I be a good boy today?” and every day he met his goals. He never got scolded, he never did anything feisty or wrong or mean – in 18 years he never scratched or bit anyone, not even as a kitten, and I only heard him hiss maybe twice in his life.
He was the sweetest boy, slept with me every night, greeted me at the door every time I came home. Everyone loved him, even those that claim “I just don’t like cats” – there are just no words to describe him.
Anyway, I do not have an adequate take on the English language to express how wonderful he was… I miss him every day. when I make my bed, I still put the towel down on “his” side of the bed. Having our cuddle time in bed in the evening and the morning was, I believe, both of our favorite times of the day. I unexpectedly found one of his toys the other day and it took me off guard, I bawled my eyes out.
Len, while I am relieved that you are no longer suffering, you are missed every day – not only by me, but your sister kitty as well. You made me happy every day for your long and beautiful life, I’d give just about anything to rub that belly again. Be a good boy and know that you are still loved and missed beyond words.
Pics of his sweet soul:
Chub at the window:
With Roni, holding hands:
His beautiful face:
Anything that looked like a mouse, he carried all over:
Two more of sleeping with his sister, Roni:
A picture of two kitties spooning never gets old:
Last one, warming his old bones by the fire taken just a couple of months ago:
Rest in peace, my big boy. You deserve every bit of pain free frolicking. I'd give about anything to kiss the top of your head again, or have you roll over into me and let me rub you all over.
He was adopted from a kill shelter when he was about 5 months old – he had been there 2 months (!! what? !!) and when I took him out of his cage he clung to me and wouldn’t let go, and purred and buried his little face in my hair… well, of course he went home with me that very day.
I had 18 years of love from him, when I say he was one of the best cats ever… well, he didn’t even know what the word “misbehave” meant. Never. Ever.
I used to tell people that he would wake up in the morning and say “How can I be a good boy today?” and every day he met his goals. He never got scolded, he never did anything feisty or wrong or mean – in 18 years he never scratched or bit anyone, not even as a kitten, and I only heard him hiss maybe twice in his life.
He was the sweetest boy, slept with me every night, greeted me at the door every time I came home. Everyone loved him, even those that claim “I just don’t like cats” – there are just no words to describe him.
Anyway, I do not have an adequate take on the English language to express how wonderful he was… I miss him every day. when I make my bed, I still put the towel down on “his” side of the bed. Having our cuddle time in bed in the evening and the morning was, I believe, both of our favorite times of the day. I unexpectedly found one of his toys the other day and it took me off guard, I bawled my eyes out.
Len, while I am relieved that you are no longer suffering, you are missed every day – not only by me, but your sister kitty as well. You made me happy every day for your long and beautiful life, I’d give just about anything to rub that belly again. Be a good boy and know that you are still loved and missed beyond words.
Pics of his sweet soul:
Chub at the window:
With Roni, holding hands:
His beautiful face:
Anything that looked like a mouse, he carried all over:
Two more of sleeping with his sister, Roni:
A picture of two kitties spooning never gets old:
Last one, warming his old bones by the fire taken just a couple of months ago:
Rest in peace, my big boy. You deserve every bit of pain free frolicking. I'd give about anything to kiss the top of your head again, or have you roll over into me and let me rub you all over.
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