KPassa
Member Since 2012
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Michelangelo and Henry are both fine. My sister's family cat, however, unfortunately passed away quite suddenly last night after throwing a blood clot. Sylvester (aka Sly-man) was only 9 and was a much beloved family member. My ten-year-old nephew took it really hard and was crying over Sly-man's body and didn't want to leave him at the vet last night. My eleven-year-old niece is probably taking it the hardest even though my sister has said she's cried the least. Sly was my niece's best companion and her "living journal," to whom she would tell all her deepest secrets and complain about her brother and her parents in the strictest confidence. She says she never ever wants another cat again because she doesn't ever want to go through something like this and she will never be able to love another cat as much as Sly-man. I know how she feels because that's how I felt after my Patrick passed away. I found myself crying this morning over Sly-man even though I didn't know him very well (my sister lives in Portland). Whenever I would visit, he was my "sleeping buddy" and always shared the guest room with me. My sister thought it was funny and more proof of how much of a cat lady I've always been because I was the only guest of theirs that Sly ever slept with.
Requiem Æternam, Sly-man. You will be missed.
Michelangelo and Henry are both fine. My sister's family cat, however, unfortunately passed away quite suddenly last night after throwing a blood clot. Sylvester (aka Sly-man) was only 9 and was a much beloved family member. My ten-year-old nephew took it really hard and was crying over Sly-man's body and didn't want to leave him at the vet last night. My eleven-year-old niece is probably taking it the hardest even though my sister has said she's cried the least. Sly was my niece's best companion and her "living journal," to whom she would tell all her deepest secrets and complain about her brother and her parents in the strictest confidence. She says she never ever wants another cat again because she doesn't ever want to go through something like this and she will never be able to love another cat as much as Sly-man. I know how she feels because that's how I felt after my Patrick passed away. I found myself crying this morning over Sly-man even though I didn't know him very well (my sister lives in Portland). Whenever I would visit, he was my "sleeping buddy" and always shared the guest room with me. My sister thought it was funny and more proof of how much of a cat lady I've always been because I was the only guest of theirs that Sly ever slept with.
Requiem Æternam, Sly-man. You will be missed.
