Promising our best
Love's responsibilities.
He is at ease now, and we grieve his loss.
We moved here, and found out we could have a cat. One on the Rescue League's website was a black male short-hair named Midnight. We went to see him, and despite not being happy to be picked up, he did not put out his claws. He was not overjoyed to see us, but didn't seem to mind either. We both thought him wonderful. D brought him home a few days later, a very unhappy cat in a box on the Train. He hid a lot. But gradually he came out, and gradually came to find us interesting and kind. We would name him Moby because it just seemed like the right name. Neither of us has a scratch yet. He listens for the ding of the elevator when we are expected.
D is ridiculously sweet about him. Gentle with him. Plays with him. Moby makes him laugh when even I cannot. Moby sleeps on D when he is ill, though he is not a sitting-on-you kind of cat. More like leans-on-you-if-you-are-still. He is a much bigger cat than we realized after we measured him (to his deep annoyance). He is about 12 pounds, about 20" long nose to base of tail. He loves to drag stuff, like a rope he plays with, to the rug, that is now his. He enlivens our home, and warms us. Distracts us when we are moody. Sits most often equidistant from us. Circles us when we come home. He has claimed us, and we have a larger family because of him. One we can take good care of.
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My heart is sore for you both tonight. Wish I could hug you both.
Crow,
We have wept. And we are comforted that he really was done, his suffering over. We will miss him always.
It's very hard when they go, even though you know they're done...
He was lucky to have found you - and you, him.
This is hard. What a character he was and always will be in your memories.
It has been a pleasure watching him from afar.
I still find hair of my two cats here and there even after three years of hoovering. And I see them in the garden. It feels good.
I am so very sorry, but also happy for all the years you three had together. His stories will be missed. I send woefully inadequate but heartfelt hugs your way.
This morning, we realized just how many accommodations we'd made, one by one, to best care for our ailing and elderly Moby. And gladly, wouldn't change any of it, didn't mind at all. A kind of relief as we can drop so many extra steps done to make sure he felt safe and comfortable. It had become quite a long list. The sadness stays, but the worry is gone.
Your kindness really does help. I hope you felt some of his personality and love here, he was a Great Cat. I know I felt close to the cats and dogs of others through their writing and photos. Molly comes to mind.
There will be more Eleanor stories, and other cats. Eleanor is now Household God(dess), and needs an assistant. Someone to chase demons with.
I've followed Moby's story...such a character of love and dignity.
I'll miss them, but Eleanor will take care of you and I look forward to her stories.
gz,
Moby was a Great Cat, and Household God. It will never be the same. But since he's been so ill, it hasn't been the same for a while.
(.) (a rock of remembrance in parentheses, or maybe a cat butt)
Nimble,
Either will do.
apparently my eyes are defective.
leaky.
flask,
Oh, mine have been doing the same thing. All kinds of violent leaks.
I came late to this - so sorry. He was much loved and life-enhancing. Thinking of you both, and Eleanor. I hope New Cat will bring you joy. Hugs.
Jan,
Not late at all, thank you. I'm just writing a lot this week, as a healing measure.
I'm very sorry for your loss. Your Moby was the central character of a great story. The chapters remain with you.
He had the best life with you, and you with him. x
mfp,
His story is our story. He is woven into our lives and hearts. That never goes away.
Joan,
We certainly tried, and I think we made him happy. That he trusted us is our only proof. In the end, he died with me holding his head as he fell into an easy sleep. I hope he knew he was loved. I think he did.
Oh, I've been gone most of July and just now am reading ... Moby ... he shared his journey with you and you graciously shared him with us. ♥
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