“I miss him every day.”
There’s those special fur babies that are hard to forget and give up. I can’t wait to see mine again.
Corduroy was the 2nd to last baby I lost. He was 17 and had cancer. He had been just diagnosed when I realized I was his special human. It took that long. He purred and purred and purred, he was just the sweetest boy. I thought he just purred all the time. I would come into a room and he would be sitting in his little cat cushion, purring away. I was afraid he was going to wear out his purr machine!
So 16 years later, I go into hubby’s office and there is corduroy, purring as usual. So I mentioned that Corduroy purrs all the time. Hubby said no, he didn’t start purring until I came in the room. I could have cried, my sweet baby purred for me and I didn’t even know it all those years.
I had him probably another 6 months, and tried to appreciate every day. I drove him to Asheville about 12 times for treatment. He was so good, he would just sit on his pile of blankets and look out at the cars. I got to enjoy those trips with him, but it sure got hard when he didn’t want to eat anymore.
He’s buried here on the property, next to his sister Cotton. She went after him. I told hubby I want to be buried with them. (Cremated first and then just sprinkle me somewhere. I’m not sure about the legalities but that should be okay.)