Ode to a kitty - July 5

Remembering you 

sunning on the patio

your last afternoon

Oh, our little cat!

We'll miss your furry softness.

Rest in peace, sweet boy

The lion in the stick jungle - May 2011... This past spring our silly cat climbed in among the various plant supports we had wintered over in the old wine barrel planter in the corner of the porch. There was barely room for him to be, yet he'd been sleeping there. 

And sleeping was a lot of what he did. The past few years, most of the photos I have are of him curled up sleeping. He especially liked the back of the small couch where I sit to read. 

Last year he began to take over the prayer shawl a friend gave me after my daughter died, so I decided he could have it. It made a nice little nest for him. 

 Calvin at his scruffy best this spring...

His last day was warm and sunny, and he spent a lot of time out on the patio, dozing in the sun. A quick nap in his favorite nesting spot on the back on my couch, and then a longer nap on my son's lap. His special food and snacks were right on time, he didn't let us forget. At 18 it was getting harder for him to groom. We combed him out last evening and he made his funny little motor purr. And I let him out last night, not knowing it would be the last time.

You were a joy in our lives and we thank you for that. We'll miss you, Calvin kitty.


This is as creative as I can be today, after burying our little old kitty.