FaerieInCombatBoots
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One of my cats died today. His name was Kirby, and he was one of the best cats I have ever had.
He had a lot of health problems, due mainly to his weight. He was a very fat cat, weighing in at an astounding 35 pounds. We had tried to get him in shape, but he had trouble keeping the pounds off.
He went rather suddenly early this afternoon, from what I suspect was heart failure. He'd been very ill the night before and into the morning. He'd been in decline for weeks. He was 9 years old.
The entire house is in shock and grief. He was family to us. I know that sounds crazy, but he was. I've had him since I was 14 and he's been my one closest companions for years.
Whenever I was sad or lonely, there was Kirby. He slept in my bed almost every night, taking up the entire bed and purring like a diesel engine. If I left any pants or bras on the floor, he'd sleep in them, purring away.
Kirby was affectionate, and charming. He used to do this cute little head twirl, and roll around on his back to get attention. He used to eat plastic. He used to sumo wrestle with other cats, and block your path whenever you had to get to the bathroom in a hurry. He liked to snuggle in blankets and sleep on my hair.
But I loved him. I loved him more than you can ever know. I still love him.
I want to share him with you. If he were still alive, I'd probably be sharing him with you anyway. I'm still in total disbelief that he's gone. I couldn't be in the room when it was happening, I panicked. But when it was over, pet him, and kissed his paws.
We're burying him tomorrow. We've made him a little marker out of slate. He is survived by his brother, and his Grandmother. Yes. His grandma outlived him. She's 14 and too evil to die.
Here are some pictures of him that were on my deviantart. I may post more.
With one of the other cats.
He was very patient with me.
He had a lot of health problems, due mainly to his weight. He was a very fat cat, weighing in at an astounding 35 pounds. We had tried to get him in shape, but he had trouble keeping the pounds off.
He went rather suddenly early this afternoon, from what I suspect was heart failure. He'd been very ill the night before and into the morning. He'd been in decline for weeks. He was 9 years old.
The entire house is in shock and grief. He was family to us. I know that sounds crazy, but he was. I've had him since I was 14 and he's been my one closest companions for years.
Whenever I was sad or lonely, there was Kirby. He slept in my bed almost every night, taking up the entire bed and purring like a diesel engine. If I left any pants or bras on the floor, he'd sleep in them, purring away.
Kirby was affectionate, and charming. He used to do this cute little head twirl, and roll around on his back to get attention. He used to eat plastic. He used to sumo wrestle with other cats, and block your path whenever you had to get to the bathroom in a hurry. He liked to snuggle in blankets and sleep on my hair.
But I loved him. I loved him more than you can ever know. I still love him.
I want to share him with you. If he were still alive, I'd probably be sharing him with you anyway. I'm still in total disbelief that he's gone. I couldn't be in the room when it was happening, I panicked. But when it was over, pet him, and kissed his paws.
We're burying him tomorrow. We've made him a little marker out of slate. He is survived by his brother, and his Grandmother. Yes. His grandma outlived him. She's 14 and too evil to die.
Here are some pictures of him that were on my deviantart. I may post more.
With one of the other cats.
He was very patient with me.
