Right now I'm already getting too teared up to see the page well, so I'll go into all my cat's (Mansfield) wonderful qualities in some future time.
But a particular problem I'm having is all the other deaths that occurred this year. My best friend of 45 years whose children I watched grow from infants to men, another wonderful man, my roommate in New York that I ended up knowing for 15 years he was such a fine man, my sister whose life was spent struggling with illness but who still had a fine life and never thought of herself. And 6 to 8 weeks ago Mansfield, my cat who I loved and vis-versa for 15 years. I also lost my parents as a teenager, another sister, the identical twin of the sister who just died and other also. (Both sisters had kidney disease, Sue making it for many years after a transplant from her son, Sally never making it, who died in 1980)
So, with Mansfield needing to be put to sleep, all the losses rolled together and it's been a hard time.
I got a new cat, from a shelter; they and I are sure it's a Maine Coon. I'll ask my vet too. But it's unmistakeable. But as several articles said, having a Maine Coon is like a human having a 3 yr old child, into everything. He's very cute and beautiful cat, but he sure does take a lot of energy to monitor. And my cat already here hisses and yowls whenever the new one escapes the one room I set up for him.
So, I've no idea if this will work out but I'm a bit pessimistic. (The rescue found this Maine Coon wandering the streets just before Christmas. It must not have had a collar with a number for the owner. So after a time to see if the owner showed up to claim the cat, they put it out for adoption. That's how a Maine Coon ended up in a shelter.)
But a particular problem I'm having is all the other deaths that occurred this year. My best friend of 45 years whose children I watched grow from infants to men, another wonderful man, my roommate in New York that I ended up knowing for 15 years he was such a fine man, my sister whose life was spent struggling with illness but who still had a fine life and never thought of herself. And 6 to 8 weeks ago Mansfield, my cat who I loved and vis-versa for 15 years. I also lost my parents as a teenager, another sister, the identical twin of the sister who just died and other also. (Both sisters had kidney disease, Sue making it for many years after a transplant from her son, Sally never making it, who died in 1980)
So, with Mansfield needing to be put to sleep, all the losses rolled together and it's been a hard time.
I got a new cat, from a shelter; they and I are sure it's a Maine Coon. I'll ask my vet too. But it's unmistakeable. But as several articles said, having a Maine Coon is like a human having a 3 yr old child, into everything. He's very cute and beautiful cat, but he sure does take a lot of energy to monitor. And my cat already here hisses and yowls whenever the new one escapes the one room I set up for him.
So, I've no idea if this will work out but I'm a bit pessimistic. (The rescue found this Maine Coon wandering the streets just before Christmas. It must not have had a collar with a number for the owner. So after a time to see if the owner showed up to claim the cat, they put it out for adoption. That's how a Maine Coon ended up in a shelter.)