I'm a bit bummed, my 100% reliable lap kitty is choosing to spend his final evening in the bathtub instead of with me. He really must not feel well.
That's actually Warren's older sister in those pics! Here's what I wrote on FB:
When
Shannon and I lived on Cape Cod, we volunteered as a foster home for C.L.A.W.S of Mashpee. In early June 2000, we brought home a litter of four kittens that were two weeks old and their older sister who had recently given birth to her own kittens which had since weened and she was now nursing her new brothers and sisters. Their birth Mom had rejected the kittens.
We decided to keep only one, but thought it would be amusing to name one of the others after my Dad, knowing we weren't going to keep him and then we could jokingly tell my dad when we had kids, we couldn't name a kid after him because we once had a cat with that name.
We named these guys Warren, Brak, Nikita and Brea.
As Brak and Warren grew old enough to walk and jump and have adventures around the house, they were inseparable so we had to keep both of them. Dad had the last laugh. The shelter found nice homes for the two sisters.
In 2006, Amber (my daughter) was born and Brak was not happy and injured her on a couple of occasions. Brak whom we loved dearly lived at my office for about a year until
Lisa was able to adopt him in 2007.
Since my dad has moved up from FL and now lives down the street and we use the same vet, this has led to some funny situations when I tell the vet I'm bringing in Warren and they'd pull my Dad's file instead of my cat's file. They'd be confused as to why I was bringing in
Warren the person and I'd have to explain it's Warren the cat.
Over the years I've known Shannon, we've lost and gained some great cats. Indy and Zena are no longer with us, but we still have Star, ZZ, Crystal and Warren. But Warren is special to me. He lives in my lap and he's been with me through good times and bad and we've always comforted each other. The other cats I like but we don't have a bond like Warren and I do.
Tomorrow we will no longer have Warren. After 16+ long years, Warren's diabetes, arthritis and kidneys have taken their toll. He hides in the dark in the bathtub now, he can't jump into my lap anymore when I'm at my desk and has been having daily accidents for a month. My brain says it's time, my heart hates my brain right now.
I couldn't have asked for a better cat friend. He is by far the best pet I've ever had and I will miss him dearly. I'm absolutely devastated.