I haven't even checked the John Mayer thread I started yet because I wanted to write asap to thank everyone for all their kind responses about losing my Dad. I will respond personally to each and every one who posted because it meant so much to me.
I rescued a stray cat last year who was the most gentle old soul you could ever know. A wise, loving soul. He became very tame and seemed to love the attention he received from my family. I noticed him getting thinner and drinking more water about 4 months ago and decided to try to catch him so the vet could check him. Sadly, he had poly cystic kidney disease and was FIV+. I made a place in my garage for him to live since he could no longer be outside and couldn't be around my other cats because of his FIV status. He learned (and was very proud I think) to use his litter box. He learned what a scratching post was and how to use it. He learned how to play with toys and how to purr. Eventually, he would curl up on my lap and learned to knead with his paws.
He got sicker and sicker. He went daily to the vet for treatments for the last 2 months. My vet said he has never seen a cat with more horrible blood work who was alive. He believed my kitty was so happy to have a family and love he refused to leave until he had to. Last week, I knew his time was very close. Wednesday night I whispered to him how very much he was loved and that I have asked my Dad to look for him when he gets to Heaven. Thursday morning I was hurrying to get him to the vet as his breathing was so slow and shallow. He passed in my arms as I picked him up
. I sobbed and sobbed. My sweet old man. The next day my boss's dog, Breezy, lost her battle with cancer and needed to be set free. She was like one of my own as well. I knew her since she was 8 weeks old. She was 13, bless her. This has been a HORRIBLE year.
Broke Ears was my kitty. He had an ear that was completely parallel to the floor. What a gift he was to me and my family. It breaks my heart he didn't have more time to experience the love we wanted to shower on him. But he didn't die a stray cat with no name (none of them should really). He had a name and a family who loved him very much. I pray he is sitting in my Dad's lap purring and kneading now...
Thanks for listening,
File comment: Broke Ears last year on the roof at Halloween, with some friends :)