Monday, May 21, 2012

Da Kat

sumwun lef da kumpootur on so i em pleyen on et    i am da kat
mi naym iz kitee  i lyk katnaps and dats it   i hayt dogz   o ya i lyk katnip tu   i jest wawn tu say mee ow an i hop yu awl ketch a mows tuday   o ya dis iz pitchur ov mee

Mee

When Bonnie's brother Roger passed away last March, he left behind his finicky, toothless, wineglass tipping cat Bee, short for B & E (Breaking and Entering). She had shown up in Roger's garage in Connecticut some years before he came to live with us in 2011. Knowing his time was limited, Roger's last request for Bonnie was to take care of the cat. So that we did. Bee had her favorite cat food (Fancy Feast) her own room with her own queen sized bed. And could go outside whenever she wanted to.
But things kind of went South for Bee in the last couple of weeks. She, actually it turns out she was a he, had been losing weight despite eating well. Bee did not go outside anymore and had problems walking. When we took Bee to the veterinarian, Dr. Minion said the problem was liver failure and that Bee would last maybe for one uncomfortable week. We think Bee was about 15 or more years old.
We stayed with her through the end stroking her fur and talking to her. When the weather is suitable, we will scatter Bee's ashes in the same place as Roger's and Bob's. Bob was Roger's dog who died several years before and whose ashes had been on our bookshelf. The picture above is Bee, in better days, peering out from behind a post on our front porch.

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