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As I posted, I had to let my beautiful Jaspurr go on Sunday, the 1st. A mere four days ago. I am in misery right now and I know nothing can save me except time. What keeps running through my mind are all the “Last times” and trying to remember them.
The last time....
I got that adoring look from him
He walked up to me purring with that magnificent tail waving
I had a good snuggle session with him (before he got too sick and couldn’t breathe)
He brought me a toy ball
He ate all his dinner
I heard him eating dry food from his bowl, makng the little tinkling sound I knew so well
I saw him asleep on the cat tree
I saw him sleeping on his back
He was asleep with his head laying on those beautiful crossed paws
He followed me to the bathroom, laundry room, etc.
He jumped on the bed wanting his breakfast
I gave him a good brushing (once again, afraid to hurt him)
I washed his face
I trimmed his claws
He slept next to me on the sofa
He jumped on the coffee table
He played with his favorite football toy
He reacted to catnip
He chirped at me when I coughed or sneezed
He “played turtle” under the bed with just his head out
I had to chase him down to keep him from eating something he found on the floor
Damn it hurts so bad. All these little things we take for granted suddenly become the things we want to hold onto when we realize they are gone forever.
I do recall the last time I kissed him and cried into his fur.
The last time....
I got that adoring look from him
He walked up to me purring with that magnificent tail waving
I had a good snuggle session with him (before he got too sick and couldn’t breathe)
He brought me a toy ball
He ate all his dinner
I heard him eating dry food from his bowl, makng the little tinkling sound I knew so well
I saw him asleep on the cat tree
I saw him sleeping on his back
He was asleep with his head laying on those beautiful crossed paws
He followed me to the bathroom, laundry room, etc.
He jumped on the bed wanting his breakfast
I gave him a good brushing (once again, afraid to hurt him)
I washed his face
I trimmed his claws
He slept next to me on the sofa
He jumped on the coffee table
He played with his favorite football toy
He reacted to catnip
He chirped at me when I coughed or sneezed
He “played turtle” under the bed with just his head out
I had to chase him down to keep him from eating something he found on the floor
Damn it hurts so bad. All these little things we take for granted suddenly become the things we want to hold onto when we realize they are gone forever.
I do recall the last time I kissed him and cried into his fur.