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It's so hard to post this, sorry if it's long. Stonewall came to me when he was 7mos old, I was an employee at the animal shelter where he was rescued as a tiny baby with distemper. He shared my office with me since he wasn't ready to be around other cats, and our bond grew until he came home with me one night. For 1 month short of 19 years he brought us smiles, a funny meow/purr that always will be my favorite sound in the world, immeasurable love, and snuggles. I was on disability with severe bipolar depression in '18, and he literally saved my life with his love and sweetness. During Covid lockdown, he was a constant office-mate to my husband and me as we worked from home, and every night of his life he would drape himself across me on the couch until bedtime. This weekend he freefell from good health into having to say goodbye on Sunday afternoon. The hospital allowed only one person in so it was stressful to have my husband on speaker phone trying to hear the vet and what was going on. I held him while he moved over, and I am relieved he's at peace. But I am hurting so much. Nighttime is so empty without him, and I'm still doing muscle memory things like walking carefully so not to trip over him, or glancing around the living room for him. It's really hard. Here he is at a happy time:
Ok, so the weird part. In June of '21 a feral (who as I type is at the vet's getting spayed!) had 3 kittens and decided our backyard was a nice place to live. When she left the babies they still lived under the deck, they would pop out every morning and night for food. Mom and 2 of the babies are solid black little panthers, but one kitten was an uncanny lookalike to Stonewall, they have a grey spot in the same exact spot on the left leg. He also became intensely friendly, jumping up on my lap one morning and purring like crazy. (His siblings and mom tolerate me and purr when I feed them, but otherwise dash away from me.) I got the kittens TNR'd and we got them houses and insulated them along with a heated water bowl and a sheltered feeding spot on our deck to help them through the winter. But the little grey guy would not give up, he would sit at the backdoor meowing for me to come out, or wait at the top of my walkway every night when I came home from work. We were toying with adopting him, but we knew Stonewall couldn't handle an active kitten with his pretty severe arthritis and his only cat status. Fast forward to Thanksgiving night, when the kitten (who I named Purrito) got stuck in the eaves of my neighbor's garage and I had to climb a giant ladder to rescue him. That night we decided he was coming inside, it was like the universe was telling us he was our cat now. We scooped him up on 12/01, set him up in a big kitty condo in my home office, and got him vet checked/tested/dewormed. He came out of the condo the next week and settled into the office with 3 cat trees, too many toys to count and 3 cozy beds. Stonewall saw him a few times and growled and hissed, and we didn't want to stress him in his advanced age so we kept them seperate.
Now that Stonewall has crossed the bridge, Purrito is ready to inherit the kingdom of our (very small) home. (I don't want to freak him out, any advice on how to introduce him to the house would be appreciated, it's been so long since I had a kitten!) It's bittersweet as I miss Stonewall with all my heart, my therapist says it's a cosmic coincidence that this little guy got himself into our hearts and home at this time, it really seems like a bigger power sent him to us. Here he is, he always sleeps on his back, it's hilarious:
Thank you so much for reading, I appreciate all the support and strength that community members give each other. My heart is with anyone suffering the same loss, I hope we can find comfort in the joy and love our special friends brought us through their time with us.
Ok, so the weird part. In June of '21 a feral (who as I type is at the vet's getting spayed!) had 3 kittens and decided our backyard was a nice place to live. When she left the babies they still lived under the deck, they would pop out every morning and night for food. Mom and 2 of the babies are solid black little panthers, but one kitten was an uncanny lookalike to Stonewall, they have a grey spot in the same exact spot on the left leg. He also became intensely friendly, jumping up on my lap one morning and purring like crazy. (His siblings and mom tolerate me and purr when I feed them, but otherwise dash away from me.) I got the kittens TNR'd and we got them houses and insulated them along with a heated water bowl and a sheltered feeding spot on our deck to help them through the winter. But the little grey guy would not give up, he would sit at the backdoor meowing for me to come out, or wait at the top of my walkway every night when I came home from work. We were toying with adopting him, but we knew Stonewall couldn't handle an active kitten with his pretty severe arthritis and his only cat status. Fast forward to Thanksgiving night, when the kitten (who I named Purrito) got stuck in the eaves of my neighbor's garage and I had to climb a giant ladder to rescue him. That night we decided he was coming inside, it was like the universe was telling us he was our cat now. We scooped him up on 12/01, set him up in a big kitty condo in my home office, and got him vet checked/tested/dewormed. He came out of the condo the next week and settled into the office with 3 cat trees, too many toys to count and 3 cozy beds. Stonewall saw him a few times and growled and hissed, and we didn't want to stress him in his advanced age so we kept them seperate.
Now that Stonewall has crossed the bridge, Purrito is ready to inherit the kingdom of our (very small) home. (I don't want to freak him out, any advice on how to introduce him to the house would be appreciated, it's been so long since I had a kitten!) It's bittersweet as I miss Stonewall with all my heart, my therapist says it's a cosmic coincidence that this little guy got himself into our hearts and home at this time, it really seems like a bigger power sent him to us. Here he is, he always sleeps on his back, it's hilarious:
Thank you so much for reading, I appreciate all the support and strength that community members give each other. My heart is with anyone suffering the same loss, I hope we can find comfort in the joy and love our special friends brought us through their time with us.