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After 16 plus incredible years together, I had to say goodbye to my beloved Mozart last Thursday. Mozart has been to three states with me, 6 houses, and 3 jobs. I got him a few weeks after I met my wife, so he has literally been with my wife and I for our entire relationship. When company would come over, my other 2 cats would run for the hills, not to be seen again until the company left. Not Mo. He was Mr. Social, he loved everyone, and everyone loved him.
The pain I feel is immeasurable. It has taken me this long to even be able to post about him here, and it's still a struggle. I know it will get better with time, but right now it sucks bad. His illness was brief, thank goodness. I could have possibly extended his life a few more months, but that would have been more for me than him. He had quit pooping, and he had quit eating. He never isolated himself, in fact quite the opposite. He always slept with me in bed at the foot of the bed. But the last few nights, he was up by my face, curled up against me. I knew then something was terribly wrong. The last two nights of his life I got no sleep, while I simply tried to comfort my friend.
He leaves behind Maggie, his buddy for the last 16 years, and Miller, his chum for the last 12 years. His urn arrives tomorrow, and I get his ashes back some time next week.
So long my friend. I love you, and I know you loved me.
The pain I feel is immeasurable. It has taken me this long to even be able to post about him here, and it's still a struggle. I know it will get better with time, but right now it sucks bad. His illness was brief, thank goodness. I could have possibly extended his life a few more months, but that would have been more for me than him. He had quit pooping, and he had quit eating. He never isolated himself, in fact quite the opposite. He always slept with me in bed at the foot of the bed. But the last few nights, he was up by my face, curled up against me. I knew then something was terribly wrong. The last two nights of his life I got no sleep, while I simply tried to comfort my friend.
He leaves behind Maggie, his buddy for the last 16 years, and Miller, his chum for the last 12 years. His urn arrives tomorrow, and I get his ashes back some time next week.
So long my friend. I love you, and I know you loved me.