Cheers from the Bridge

Hi all. It's been quite some time since I posted a diary entry, but I wanted you all to know how grateful I am, and how grateful my family is, for all the rosies and stars and gifts you've all sent me and all the sweet messages contained in them. Mom was not prepared for it! I especially want to thank Alfie, Teddy, and their mom for all their support, and Riley for the lovely wings. They were flapping when he gave them to me but my mom can't make them work in the picture. Rest assured, everyone, I'm a'flappin' them all over the Rainbow Bridge even if it doesn't look like it in here.

After a few years of stiff hips and knees, and 6 months of renal failure and respiratory problems, believe you me, it's nice to really zoom around. I'm way more ornery than my body was allowing me to be those last few months. The best part of the Bridge, aside from getting to see Scooter, Bill, Elmo, Simon, Biscuit, Blackjack, Alex, Max, and little Wally again, and getting to meet Boomer, Wally #1, Comet, Toot Suite, and Fuzzy for the first time, was...I'm hangin' with Softy again!

That's right. It's been almost ten years since I got to see my tru-blue bro. We've been having a blast. He looks fantastic, by the way. He was always a good-looking guy, but I haven't seen him this spry and happy since he was a kitten. Simba looks amazing, too. He's still a sweetie, still a good little bro. We're having a great time.

My passing was fairly quick, and my mom was with me, thankfully. We had just finished spending some QT together. She came home from class nd gave me my fluids, my steroid inhaler, and my food. I normally run away after she gives me my inhaler, but that day I just stayed on her lap, so she brushed me for a while. She heard me fall over a few minutes after that and she tried to console me, but she knew I was fading. I couldn't breathe very well. Actually, I was having a pretty hard time breathing. When my breathing stopped she gave me mouth-to-mouth, which bought me a few more minutes. She basically gave me my last few breaths and she felt my last few heartbeats. I passed on just after sundown, which was a good thing because I didn't want to die on Purim and make the normally-happy holiday a sad one for her every year. Thanks to her help, I didn't.

Stupid Scout, much as I love her, is being somewhat of a punk. Teddy and Alfie's mom had bought me a heated bed, which was where I basically lived out the last of my days. It was great because before I had the bed I was under mom's bed all the time because that's where it's warmest. Anyway, since I passed on Scoutie's been sleeping in my bed. Of all the nerve! So now whenever mom looks in that direction she thinks it's me out of the corner of her eye, since Scout looks so much like me. What a rascal. Whatever. Now radley's all her problem. MOL. She probably sleeps in there so she doesn't have to listen to radley's snoring.

My vets were very sad to hear that I had passed, but they made a pawprint mold with my name on it for my mom. I'll be cremated sometime in the next few days and then my ashes will sit next to Softy's, where they belong.

There will never be another me. I think that means that I did a good job in all my time on earth. I'm very grateful to have been given so many good years and so many folks who loved me so dearly. Most kitties never get that. I was in ridiculously good shape for 211 years and I could still jump at the end. And to think, had I not winked at that 5-year-old girl at the Humane Society that day things could have turned out very differently. You know, since my adoption, all three of my girls (momma Justin, Momma Gillian, and Grandma) have adopted tuxedo kitties. It's because we're cool. I think that if I had to choose one word to sum myself it would be 'cool.' I always thought it would be 'kingly,' but I'm too much of a loverboy and content.

Anyway, thanks for reading my long eulogy to myself. Again, thanks so much, everyone, for all the love you've sent my way, not just these last few days, but over the last few years. I know I haven't been a very good Catster friend. It wasn't easy helping mom get her MA while coralling these two silly girls who eat my food and steal my bed. I was a very lucky guy and my family was lucky to have had me. Everyone says so. I'm off to my flying lessons with Softy and Simba, and then I'm going to nap on my huge cardboard box in the sky. Purrz, Catster folks! You're the bestest.

***Update:*** I'm flying! Thank you Teddy and Alfie's mom. You're the bestest.

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Purred by: Kiki (Catster Member)

July 8th 2011 at 8:09 pm