On Valentines Day, at 7 PM, Kurti started his journey across the rainbow bridge.
To be honest, I never really had a concept of what the rainbowbridge exactly is and I doubted eternity and life after death. Im not exactly a person of faith. But now, the thought of our Kurti happingly wandering the rainbow bridge into a place where he is no longer sick anymore, is the most consoling thought I have. I imagine him being happy and healthy in another beautiful place, lying in the sun and eating his favourite meal: chicken breast.
After 7 days of hoping and accepting your fate at the same time, we decided to let you go, Kurti. Not far away though, just a little higher.
As if the sky already sensed what was going to happen, the sun was shining, after weeks full of rain.
You were lying in your favourite spot on the balcony, soaking in the sun, one last time. You looked peacefully and calm.
It might is time to let you go, said the vet. I looked at you and asked you, if it was your time to go, but you were already crouching in your box again, shivering and shaking. Your legs were colder than they normally would be, a first sign of organ failure. I read that on the internet just a few days ago. Back then I thought I still could make it all okay, all I have to do is petting you and wrapping you into your red blanket until you‘re warm again. I would have cuddled you all night.
I looked at you again and ask: is it your time to leave? You were still in your box but for a tiny second you looked me into the eyes and blinked as if you were to say: it is okay. Everything‘s okay. So we went home , waiting for the vet. You soaked in the sun but got weaker with every hour, we could tell.
You stayed with us until the end. You were next to us the whole day and maybe you knew what was going to happen. I tried to stay calm for you, but the thought of losing you broke my heart. The heart you once captured!
Your Catdaddy and I visited the local shelter not quite sure what to expect but on a mission to find a furry little friend. And as we only had an apartment without a garden we were looking for someone a little older who would rather enjoy cuddles and sleeping in the sun than hunting birds. The man from the shelter suggested „Krümel“ - that was you. Not really a name that fit. Krümel which translates to „crumble“ was absolutely not a name for a 15 yr old ginger cat with ragged fur and mature eyes.
You were hiding under a chair but greeted us with the deepest scratchiest meow we‘ve ever heard.
After some time you came out to show yourself. You were skinny with light and rough fur and slightly crooked legs. They had broken when you were younger but healed well. You strolled around in your tiny room and meowed a little. Your former owner died and no one wanted to keep you so you ended up in the shelter. You‘ve been in there for a year and all the caretakers were afraid you had to spend your last days alone in a tiny room with only a chair, a blanket and some food. There wasnt a single doubt - you were coming to our home! We wanted you to spend some beautiful last days.
You had kidney failure and heart issues, the shelter said you wouldnt live longer than a year, probably even less. You proved them wrong - it were three! Three beautiful years we will never forget!
When you arrived you were so scared that you were hiding under the bed. At night you came out and ate three full bowls of chicken breast! You were starving, we could tell. On the second day we learned why: not a single tooth was left, you were completely toothless. You had problems with the kibble they gave you.
After some time and tons of food you grew into a beautiful proper ginger with the biggest
ever! We were meant to be together Kurti!
I remember buying you your leash. You hated it! No matter what, you refused to enjoy the outside. After some time we tried it again and suddenly you walked. You walked and walked for miles, at 2pm in the morning, for hours, I forgot to take my jacket with me. We didnt care. You were like a kitten, wild and curious - there was no sign of your failing heart.
And then you were lying next to me, on the bed, having difficulties to breathe and with a slowing puls. I looked at you and asked you: is it your time to leave? And you blinked as if you were to say: it is okay. Im tired and Im cold. I loved to steal your spot on the bed, I hated the leash at first but eventually felt like the king of the neighbourhood. I WAS the king of the neighbourhood. I loved to trick you into giving me chicken breast instead of cat food. I loved to wake you up at 5AM because I wanted you to clean my litter box. I loved those lazy days all the 3 of us stayed in bed together.
I did too, Kurti. It was the best time of my life.
I hope you found your peace of mind. You were stronger than both of us, taking it, how it is, enjoying the day.
Kurti you had more personality and character than some humans, we‘re just so glad that we were able to meet. You were a friend, a family member, my partner in crime - you were special.
The vet came, and it happened so fast. Your little heart stopped beating and your head fell heavy into our hands. You made it. It was quiet, peaceful and painless.
You looked satisfied, looking back on a long and happy cat life.
We wish we could have had some more time, but -maybe- it is true, that sometimes, you should leave on a high note.
Thank you Kurti, for spending your sunset years with us. They were brighter than I could have ever imagined. You made my heart jump whenever I looked at you.
You will leave a huge hole in our lives, little ginger boy with such a big heart. We‘re not quite sure how to fill it yet, but we will figure it out, just like you would always find a way to crawl under our blankets at night.
The vet left a tiny crack in your paw for your soul to fly out the window, so that you can still watch sunsets with us.
Sleep well, Kurti. You were so loved!
To be honest, I never really had a concept of what the rainbowbridge exactly is and I doubted eternity and life after death. Im not exactly a person of faith. But now, the thought of our Kurti happingly wandering the rainbow bridge into a place where he is no longer sick anymore, is the most consoling thought I have. I imagine him being happy and healthy in another beautiful place, lying in the sun and eating his favourite meal: chicken breast.
After 7 days of hoping and accepting your fate at the same time, we decided to let you go, Kurti. Not far away though, just a little higher.
As if the sky already sensed what was going to happen, the sun was shining, after weeks full of rain.
You were lying in your favourite spot on the balcony, soaking in the sun, one last time. You looked peacefully and calm.
It might is time to let you go, said the vet. I looked at you and asked you, if it was your time to go, but you were already crouching in your box again, shivering and shaking. Your legs were colder than they normally would be, a first sign of organ failure. I read that on the internet just a few days ago. Back then I thought I still could make it all okay, all I have to do is petting you and wrapping you into your red blanket until you‘re warm again. I would have cuddled you all night.
I looked at you again and ask: is it your time to leave? You were still in your box but for a tiny second you looked me into the eyes and blinked as if you were to say: it is okay. Everything‘s okay. So we went home , waiting for the vet. You soaked in the sun but got weaker with every hour, we could tell.
You stayed with us until the end. You were next to us the whole day and maybe you knew what was going to happen. I tried to stay calm for you, but the thought of losing you broke my heart. The heart you once captured!
Your Catdaddy and I visited the local shelter not quite sure what to expect but on a mission to find a furry little friend. And as we only had an apartment without a garden we were looking for someone a little older who would rather enjoy cuddles and sleeping in the sun than hunting birds. The man from the shelter suggested „Krümel“ - that was you. Not really a name that fit. Krümel which translates to „crumble“ was absolutely not a name for a 15 yr old ginger cat with ragged fur and mature eyes.
You were hiding under a chair but greeted us with the deepest scratchiest meow we‘ve ever heard.
After some time you came out to show yourself. You were skinny with light and rough fur and slightly crooked legs. They had broken when you were younger but healed well. You strolled around in your tiny room and meowed a little. Your former owner died and no one wanted to keep you so you ended up in the shelter. You‘ve been in there for a year and all the caretakers were afraid you had to spend your last days alone in a tiny room with only a chair, a blanket and some food. There wasnt a single doubt - you were coming to our home! We wanted you to spend some beautiful last days.
You had kidney failure and heart issues, the shelter said you wouldnt live longer than a year, probably even less. You proved them wrong - it were three! Three beautiful years we will never forget!
When you arrived you were so scared that you were hiding under the bed. At night you came out and ate three full bowls of chicken breast! You were starving, we could tell. On the second day we learned why: not a single tooth was left, you were completely toothless. You had problems with the kibble they gave you.
After some time and tons of food you grew into a beautiful proper ginger with the biggest
ever! We were meant to be together Kurti!I remember buying you your leash. You hated it! No matter what, you refused to enjoy the outside. After some time we tried it again and suddenly you walked. You walked and walked for miles, at 2pm in the morning, for hours, I forgot to take my jacket with me. We didnt care. You were like a kitten, wild and curious - there was no sign of your failing heart.
And then you were lying next to me, on the bed, having difficulties to breathe and with a slowing puls. I looked at you and asked you: is it your time to leave? And you blinked as if you were to say: it is okay. Im tired and Im cold. I loved to steal your spot on the bed, I hated the leash at first but eventually felt like the king of the neighbourhood. I WAS the king of the neighbourhood. I loved to trick you into giving me chicken breast instead of cat food. I loved to wake you up at 5AM because I wanted you to clean my litter box. I loved those lazy days all the 3 of us stayed in bed together.
I did too, Kurti. It was the best time of my life.
I hope you found your peace of mind. You were stronger than both of us, taking it, how it is, enjoying the day.
Kurti you had more personality and character than some humans, we‘re just so glad that we were able to meet. You were a friend, a family member, my partner in crime - you were special.
The vet came, and it happened so fast. Your little heart stopped beating and your head fell heavy into our hands. You made it. It was quiet, peaceful and painless.
You looked satisfied, looking back on a long and happy cat life.
We wish we could have had some more time, but -maybe- it is true, that sometimes, you should leave on a high note.
Thank you Kurti, for spending your sunset years with us. They were brighter than I could have ever imagined. You made my heart jump whenever I looked at you.
You will leave a huge hole in our lives, little ginger boy with such a big heart. We‘re not quite sure how to fill it yet, but we will figure it out, just like you would always find a way to crawl under our blankets at night.
The vet left a tiny crack in your paw for your soul to fly out the window, so that you can still watch sunsets with us.
Sleep well, Kurti. You were so loved!
our local shelter has posted it too!
go ..... and I can see how Kurt 
and joy 
forward.
Perhaps volunteer to foster a mom 
and kittens
? Or donating your time to play with the senior 
cats? 
Thank you for adopting a senior cat, most people miss out on that.
