I have had cats from for 16 years. My oldest boy Mulder passed last year, and his brother Mattie, passed just 2 weeks ago. Both were older, 16 & 12, and had kidney disease. I watched them both waste away to nothing and thought that was the worst thing of my life to have to deal with. They both let me know when it was time to go, even though I wasn't ready to let them go. But at least with them I had time to prepare. This just WAS.
I have never had such an affectionate, loving cat before Atticus. Don't get me wrong, both Mulder and Mattie were definately mama's boys and I know they loved me every bit as much as I loved them. Attikins was just different. He would reach up and beg me to pick him up, he talked to me, he loved being anywhere on me. He was brilliant and a troublemaker at the same time. He was my cuddle bunny.
When we adopted him, the shelter failed to tell us that he had a heart murmur. Our vet caught it right away and was shocked that they didn't catch it. My husband wanted to take him back, but that just was not happening! Our vet said we should have yearly check ups and he was fine at the last one.
I just can't wrap my head around the fact he is gone. I expect to see him come darting out of the bedroom or meeting me at the door. Just opening the window he liked to sit in in the morning crushes me.
I am numb yet have this horrible ache in my chest T the same time. I just don't understand why he had to go.
I love you my baby baby. I miss you!
