I'm aware I've not posted for quite some time. I've just had nothing to talk about, really. Just... normal life. Boring life. Looking for a job, and all that crap. Oh, and the cat.

Ah yes, the cat...

Testardo. "Stubborn". He was a stray we didn't want to adopt, since we already had one cat - but we made the big mistake of giving him food, and after that, he stubbornly refused to leave, no matter what we did to chase him away. So he stayed, and was named Testardo almost immediately, after that one facet of his character that was immediately obvious to everybody.

He was one of those cats who are always around, always underfoot, always jumping in your lap or clinging to your leg and begging for cuddles. When we ate, he was always near the table, meowing and trying to jump into our laps and begging for food off our plates. (Even if his bowl was full.) If one of us got up from our chair, he'd immediately jump on it and sit there, looking all innocent... it seemed like he was saying, "what? this is my chair. really".

He loved to cuddle, loved to eat and loved to sleep. He always had a bit of a weight problem - when we first saw him, for a bit, we even thought he was a pregnant female, he was so big.

I can't remember when we got him... I'm not too good at keeping track of years... and after a bit, the line blurred - he wasn't "the new cat", he was our cat. I do know that he stayed with us, that he lived, for about 10 years.

When I came back from Edinburgh, back in September, I found him much, much thinner than he'd been when I'd left. He'd been sick, I was told, he'd had an infected wound on his face. He was still his normal, cuddly, food-loving and sleep-loving self, though - so I didn't really worry too much.

But he kept getting thinner and thinner, and colder and colder.

Eventually managed to convince my parents to get him to a vet... the vet ran some tests, found him dehydrated and with serious kidney problems. Anything the vet suggested was dismissed by a certain family member of mine as being "too expensive" and "not worth it, the cat's old, he's a goner anyway". And I couldn't do anything myself, being completely broke.

So Testardo kept getting thinner and thinner, and stopped eating and drinking altogether. The only course of action offered by that certain family member was force-feeding him... which of course didn't work.

Yesterday, he crawled home and then downstairs, to be with us... he didn't have the strength to move after that, he just lied on the floor and stayed there.

Last night he slept inside, in a box in the laundry room... the door of the room was closed, I guess as a precaution to avoid him getting out... even though he didn't have the strength to move anymore.

I could still hear him crying through the closed door. I went to look, petted him a bit... he just cried.

And today he's gone.

I'm glad that he's stopped suffering, finally... and I'm grateful that I had him for so long...

But...

:(

He was gorgeous, wasn't he?

Rest well, old friend...

Cats own humans. There's no two ways about it. Its certainly not the other way around. So the fact that this cat sought you out was a sign. And he continued to show you what he thought of you through his life.
The loss of a member of the family is always hard to deal with, but you'd not be as rich a person if he'd not been a part of your life for the last 10 years.
Cats don't go for regular checkups, heck humans rarely do either. So spotting a kidney infection isn't easy until it manifests itself. Maybe if you'd been around you too might have thought he was just off his food with the gradual change.
However you being away meant you could see the difference and acted on it as soon as. And I'm sure he suffered less because of the vet's intervention.

Spirits are always with us... so I'm sure he'll still be watching for a tasty bit of pizza to snaffle when you're not watching :)

Rest well furry friend,

And hugs to you my friend *hugs*

*hugs*

:(

that's so sad. it reminded me of the time one of my cats got run over and he ran back (with his guts revealed thru his wound) so he could die in our living room T_T

yes, he is now resting in a far more peaceful place *says a prayer*

:(

*hugs*

I'm so sorry to hear that. Two years ago I didn't really "get" cats, being a "dog person" myself; That was before Maxx. By the most amazing circumstances we permanently adopted him and now... I couldn't imagine life without him. I really do know what you are going through, more than you could know. Cat's are surpisingly loyal and they feel most secure when they are with their "family".

No amount of words is going to make you feel better right now and you are going to feel resentment anyway, it's just part of the healing process.
I know how you are feeling and if I can offer any support at all, you know you don't even need to ask. I will just be around, if you need me. And whilst I may be in another country, technology means we are never far away.

*Hugs and cuddles*