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Almost 2 years ago I came to Crossing the Bridge to tell you about my best little buddy Toby who died from cancer. Yesterday his brother and litter mate Lucky died after a long illness. He was such a gentle cat, so loyal and kind. He loved us with the good grace and patience that only a worldly-wise fellow like he was could.
We tested his patience when we introduced Albus to him a few months after Toby died, but he quickly became Uncle Lucky and taught Albus the ropes, silently tolerating the kitten's crazy antics and ambush tactics.
No matter what we did he loved us completely.
When he went deaf he would sometimes look startled but always delighted when he realized we were in the room, and he was always so, so pleased to get a cuddle or a scratch under the chin.
He was such a kind cat - he always knew when something was wrong. For years he and I had a game where he "raced" me up the stairs. After I had surgery on my ankle he never ever raced me again, just came up the stairs step by step at my pace. Eventually arthritis slowed him down and I would go step by step up with him, and then towards the end my husband would carry him up with us, Lucky looking at him with his kind and generous eyes saying 'thank you'.
I wish there had been more I could have done for him. In the end he died with the vet, not with us and I feel that we failed him. We knew he was sick. I did think he would die, but I let the vet keep trying to make him well and agreed to leave him with the vet when now, I wish I had had courage and put him to sleep so that we could have been with him at the end.
He was 19 years old - a good age I know. And I think he had a good life. We loved him so much and I know he loved us. My life will be emptier now without his goodness and kindness. I hope he's with Toby now, running around like the strong athletic boy he used to be.
Thank you for listening
We tested his patience when we introduced Albus to him a few months after Toby died, but he quickly became Uncle Lucky and taught Albus the ropes, silently tolerating the kitten's crazy antics and ambush tactics.
No matter what we did he loved us completely.
When he went deaf he would sometimes look startled but always delighted when he realized we were in the room, and he was always so, so pleased to get a cuddle or a scratch under the chin.
He was such a kind cat - he always knew when something was wrong. For years he and I had a game where he "raced" me up the stairs. After I had surgery on my ankle he never ever raced me again, just came up the stairs step by step at my pace. Eventually arthritis slowed him down and I would go step by step up with him, and then towards the end my husband would carry him up with us, Lucky looking at him with his kind and generous eyes saying 'thank you'.
I wish there had been more I could have done for him. In the end he died with the vet, not with us and I feel that we failed him. We knew he was sick. I did think he would die, but I let the vet keep trying to make him well and agreed to leave him with the vet when now, I wish I had had courage and put him to sleep so that we could have been with him at the end.
He was 19 years old - a good age I know. And I think he had a good life. We loved him so much and I know he loved us. My life will be emptier now without his goodness and kindness. I hope he's with Toby now, running around like the strong athletic boy he used to be.
Thank you for listening