I just got off the phone with Allison. Our cat, Duncan, has died. I wrote about him just moments ago in my last blog post about how he’d been sick and how I would have to take him to the Animal Hospital to be put down on Monday, which quickly was going to become Saturday. However, he died peacefully at home, on a soft blanket and attended to by Allison.
We got Duncan and his brother Oliver in 2002 shortly after Allison moved in with me. Allison had been working as a volunteer at Pet Smart and she told me about two little brother cats who looked like a cat that Allison’s parents had had, Kip. I loved Kip and was so distraught with him dying. There was no way I could have said no to adopting Oliver…. and Duncan.
Our two boys were such little loves. When I started blogging they were the subjects of so many of my Photo-A-Day Photos. Duncan always looked so serious with his milk mustache markings and his intense eyes. He became “my” cat because he had many of my traits. Oliver was more Allison’s cat and had her traits. We loved them very much.
Duncan had a few problems over the years. He had a seizure once and bit Allison. He began losing weight a couple of years ago and got smaller and skinnier. He got sick often and in the past few weeks didn’t make it to the litterbox. Today he just stopped. He stopped eating, stopped walking, he stopped drinking. It was sad to see him in the end the life he had in him starting to ebb. He is no longer in pain. He’s no longer suffering.
What I will remember most about Duncan is that he would let me pick him up like a baby and cradle him in my arms. He loved BBQ and would go crazy trying to get a bite of a BBQ rib or something. We always speculated that the boys, who were feral cats, were born behind a BBQ joint. He was a love and such a good cat. We will miss him dearly.
Now explaining what happened to Duncan to Eva. He was so patient with her even when she loved him too strongly. He was gentle and patient beyond the limits of an ordinary cat. We started to prep her for his passing today and yesterday. She is only 4 1/2 but is such an old soul, so old beyond her short years. Tonight at bed she asked Allison for an ice pack. When Allison handed it to her she said “where do it Put it?” Allison asked her where it hurt. She said “My feelings.” So Allison snuggled into bed and put it on her heart. Tomorrow is going to be rough.
Rest in Peace our serious boy.
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