Well my cat died today. He was almost 17, and for the last 4 years and 3 months he had been suffering from kidney failure. A treatment of subcutaneous fluids and various medicines kept him pretty healthy, but something eventually got him.
I got Katmandu during my stay in Japan. I found him next to our dumpster in August 1989, and he was a little kitten, a huge head and skinny tiny body. I nursed him back to health and he has been my constant companion since then.
I've had him all my adult life. We met when I was 22. It hurt like hell to see him go and it has ripped me up so bad I didn't even want a cigar today. While I know that every day since his kidney started failing was a gift from God, and I knew his clock was ticking, I am still devastated.
We were so close that he always wanted to be by my side. Weird for a cat, I know, but I think it had something to do with me getting him so young. The vet I took him to in Japan said he was probably only about 3 weeks old. I will miss him forever, he was a wonderful companion, but I am glad his suffering is over, but mine goes on....
Please do not send cigars or anything, I am not trolling for sympathy. I know most guys out there are dog people, but cats suit me better. Especially my cat, who took up a place in my heart where there is now a hole.
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