Goodbye Sweet Friend
I have been dreading writing this post. In fact, it has taken me six months to do so. My youngest baby Percy passed away on June 16th. It was only 4 weeks from a diagnosis of lymphoma til it was time for me to say goodbye. I could not let him suffer. He had never been sick a day in his life before that.
Percy enjoyed his life at Café Chatelaine. He enjoyed watching the fake fire in the electric fireplace.
He loved to mix it up with his brother Oscar. From day one, he was the aggressor.
He always thought he was the alpha cat and Oscar allowed him to believe it.
He would watch sports with me.
He had no regard for personal property. He broke teacups, ripped drapes and clothes. He knocked things in the garbage disposal that shouldn't be in the disposal.
He would sneak up on his sister. Which was never well received.
He helped himself to anything anyone was eating and invited himself to dinner parties.
I fell in love with him the day I met him in York, Maine. All alone and hanging out at a friend's cottage rental, he charmed all of us that day.
His table manners were pretty bad too.
Oh yes, he broke a lamp or two. You are a one-man wrecking crew I used to tell him.
He loved hard and played hard. He was capable of such affection.
I was totally mesmerized by his presence.
And completely exasperated by his playful spirit.
Oscar misses his wrestling buddy.
I miss his sweet face.
And his stage presence. Oh, how he loved to be photographed!
Life was never dull with him. He never got out of his kitten stage.
He would get right in my face when he wanted to express an opinion.
He really was the life of the household.
In the end, I think he was just tired from fighting his illness. He hadn't quite lived nine years but he brought me a lifetime of joyful and hilarious memories.
I am forever grateful that I had him in my life. Rest in peace sweet boy.