My heart is broken in a million pieces, yet I am at peace, knowing my Sven is no longer suffering from his aches and pains. He left this world on Wednesday, March 29th after a 3 year battle with kidney disease.
Last weekend he was in his big comfy bed, and nothing I did could get him to purr.( He was always my purr machine). Finally I looked him right in the eyes and asked him if he was ready to go to the bridge, and suddenly he started purring just as loud as can be! I knew then that it was time. Funny, because about 6 months ago he wasn’t eating and I asked him if that was his way of telling me it was time, and suddenly he jumped up and started gobbling his food down, telling me adamantly that “no, it’s NOT time yet!”)
We adopted Sven in 2002, when he was 7 years old. He was always the best kitty…always so well behaved. I don’t think his previous owner allowed him to be on the furniture, because it took years for him to understand that it was a good thing to be on the bed with us! Once he figured it out, though, that’s where he liked to be. One little cat in the middle of a California King Sized bed. So cute. And what a purr he had. I could just look at him across the room and he would start purring, LOUDLY. Plus he had so many differently meows. I especially will miss his “I Love You” meow. It melted my heart, and he said if often, though not too much lately.
We used to have a ritual where he would lie on my chest and rub his face again mine, then I would massage him starting with his face and proceeding down his shoulders and back, with him purring up a storm the entire time, then when he got tired of all the attention, he would get down and go over to his blankie and start kneading it. BUT, when I would start to walk away, he would reach out and grab me as if to say “just ‘cause I’m not on your chest anymore doesn’t mean you have to leave”.
Well, now he’s just a wonderful memory. I love you, Svennie. You were very special to me, and I'll never, ever forget you. (Daddy won't either)
Last weekend he was in his big comfy bed, and nothing I did could get him to purr.( He was always my purr machine). Finally I looked him right in the eyes and asked him if he was ready to go to the bridge, and suddenly he started purring just as loud as can be! I knew then that it was time. Funny, because about 6 months ago he wasn’t eating and I asked him if that was his way of telling me it was time, and suddenly he jumped up and started gobbling his food down, telling me adamantly that “no, it’s NOT time yet!”)
We adopted Sven in 2002, when he was 7 years old. He was always the best kitty…always so well behaved. I don’t think his previous owner allowed him to be on the furniture, because it took years for him to understand that it was a good thing to be on the bed with us! Once he figured it out, though, that’s where he liked to be. One little cat in the middle of a California King Sized bed. So cute. And what a purr he had. I could just look at him across the room and he would start purring, LOUDLY. Plus he had so many differently meows. I especially will miss his “I Love You” meow. It melted my heart, and he said if often, though not too much lately.
We used to have a ritual where he would lie on my chest and rub his face again mine, then I would massage him starting with his face and proceeding down his shoulders and back, with him purring up a storm the entire time, then when he got tired of all the attention, he would get down and go over to his blankie and start kneading it. BUT, when I would start to walk away, he would reach out and grab me as if to say “just ‘cause I’m not on your chest anymore doesn’t mean you have to leave”.
Well, now he’s just a wonderful memory. I love you, Svennie. You were very special to me, and I'll never, ever forget you. (Daddy won't either)