Death in the Family
Today’s post has nothing to do with the house today… but I deemed it very note-worthy.:
Today, we put our beloved cat, Sisko…. alias “Fat-Cat”, “Fat-Puss”, or “Sneaky-Puss” or… yes… even “Sneaky-Town”… depending on the situation… to sleep.
He was somewhere around 18-19 years old. He was suffering from kidney failure. He also had diabetes, but he had been taking insulin shots regularly for two years.
I never had a cat before meeting my wife. I was always under the impression that they were distant and aloof… that they cared for themselves and weren’t very affectionate.
Fat-Cat changed all that within a few minutes of my meeting him.
Terry says he’s a Siamese. A poster on my Vet’s wall says he’s a “Tonkinese”. I say he’s a cat who thinks he’s a dog!
He’d come up to you, say hi, roll over and let you scratch his belly! He’d come running when you called him! And he loved nothing more than to follow me around the house… snuggling me when he had the chance.
He seemed to like me a lot because (I think) I like to lay on the floor at home. No easy-chair for me. I lay out, sprawled out with papers in front of me. And ol’ Sneaky liked nothing better than to lay right in front of me, right on my papers, begging for a rub!
He’d hop up onto the bed at bedtime… and come right up on my chest to say goodnight. And on cold nights, he’d snuggle himself right between Terry’s pillow and my pillow.
His love and friendship will be sorely missed.
