Rusty was the very first Himalayan kitten that Charlie and I ever purchased. We brought him home when he was 16 weeks old, and he was already spoiled by his breeder, ......we just expounded upon it.
Never in my life have I ever seen a more gentle tomcat, even when he was still an intact male, he'd allow kittens to romp all over him, chew on his ears....whatever, it didn't matter to him.
Mind you, if one of us corrected him, or medicated/bathed/etc. him......if we didn't shut the bedroom door, he would go in and pee on the side of the bed that the person responsible for the humiliation slept on!
Over the past few years, especially the past few months, my fuzzy old buddy had been slowing down, as his vet put it, nothing really wrong, aside from old age. But as of yesterday morning, my sweet, sweet love let me know that he'd had enough and he was ready to go to the Rainbow Bridge to be with our other RB babies, so he is now resting next to his daughter, Rurnt in the edge of the forest.
I thought that the pain was bad when we lost Gizzy, and then Rurnt not two weeks later, but to lose this one that I've had so long.....guys, i'ts tearing me apart right now. So say a prayer for hub and me, that we can eventually get out from under this dark, gloomy cloud and stop looking for this sweet boy every time we turn around, ok?
RIP, Rusty, my sweet, fuzzy buddy.....meowmy will always love you, just remember that, ok?
Oh, and if you want to see something terrible, imagine a almost 40 year old woman lying in her living room floor with the body of a dead cat in her arms, weeping like a banshee......trust me, its not pretty!
Never in my life have I ever seen a more gentle tomcat, even when he was still an intact male, he'd allow kittens to romp all over him, chew on his ears....whatever, it didn't matter to him.
Mind you, if one of us corrected him, or medicated/bathed/etc. him......if we didn't shut the bedroom door, he would go in and pee on the side of the bed that the person responsible for the humiliation slept on!
Over the past few years, especially the past few months, my fuzzy old buddy had been slowing down, as his vet put it, nothing really wrong, aside from old age. But as of yesterday morning, my sweet, sweet love let me know that he'd had enough and he was ready to go to the Rainbow Bridge to be with our other RB babies, so he is now resting next to his daughter, Rurnt in the edge of the forest.
I thought that the pain was bad when we lost Gizzy, and then Rurnt not two weeks later, but to lose this one that I've had so long.....guys, i'ts tearing me apart right now. So say a prayer for hub and me, that we can eventually get out from under this dark, gloomy cloud and stop looking for this sweet boy every time we turn around, ok?
RIP, Rusty, my sweet, fuzzy buddy.....meowmy will always love you, just remember that, ok?
Oh, and if you want to see something terrible, imagine a almost 40 year old woman lying in her living room floor with the body of a dead cat in her arms, weeping like a banshee......trust me, its not pretty!