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Redball:
Crap indeed! I get a little wet-eyed whenever I think of that moment with Cocoa, or write about it. Clara and I bought Cocoa within a few hours after Clara's first cat, Sinner, died. Cocoa's death brought us down to one cat, a little tuxedo we named Eina. And when Eina disappeared in the woods after 5 years, probably attacked by wild dogs, we replaced her within a few days, when we were satisfied she was dead. Unless a family's downsizing its pet population by attrition, I recommend quick replacement. It's good for the soul(s).
Omega Entity:
Condolences, Carl. Cats are funny like that; it's not uncommon for them to wander off to be alone in a quiet place to pass on. Nina is 14 years old this year, and though she's had some rough spots (namely, a long-term bladder infection and pancreatits, both conditions that we have since gotten under control), I can't keep the thought from my mind that any day could be her last. She actually has a heart murmur that was diagnosed when she was a few years old, and by all rights, she could have been gone years ago - the life expectancy for kitties with murmurs is usually less than 6 years. And with having to have her brother put down last October - god, has it already been almost a year? It still feels so recent - it's a very depressing though that she her time may be limited.
But, when she goes, we have two wonderful young kitties that will help soften the blow, though it's still going to hurt like hell. She's been around for literally half of my life, and she and her brother were born on the same day that my father died; it's an odd feeling, and I'm not entirely sure why.
Carl-E:
She crawled out from wherever she was hiding when we settled in the living room this evening. She's been on a cushion in my lap, and when I'm up I set her back on the chair (it's her favorite).
She's still purring, quietly.
Carl-E:
Passed at 5:20 this morning. My daughter, who sleeps downstairs, heard a noise and a thud. Her legs had stiffened in death, pushing her off the chair.
Burial will be this afternoon. One day short of the blessing of the animals for St. Francis' day.
Redball:
Bless her memory, my friend. She certainly blessed you.
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