After 18+ years of loyal companionship the day of days came for my Huey kitty. We knew the day was drawing near but wished it hadn't. He lead a great life, my wife found him at Hugh M Woods when she worked there, shared an Arbys sandwich with him and that was it. He instantly bonded with me and when I worked nights he would crawl up under my arm while I would sleep, purring the whole time to the point he would wake me. He was declawed but still liked to use my boots and shoes as a scratching post and loved it, all I had to say was:"Shoes" and he would come running and start tugging and pulling on my laces. Tough old guy, he battled a racoon and as tore up as he was he purred the whole time while heading to the vet. Always in the way when I tried to read something, he felt it was more important to plop on whatever I was reading than for me to read it.
The last year he started showing his age and lost weight quickly but he was basically healthy. But the last few months he started to show some real signs of dementia and the poor guy would walk into the living room with a bewildered look and just walk in circles and yowl like he was lost. You could see a look of fear and confusion in him and he deserved better than that. A couple of times our big dog kind of snapped at him and we were concerned he might go after him. We couldn't bear that thought so we knew the best thing was to put him at rest.
I cried like a baby on the way to the vet(and still am) and God Bless him he still purred the whole way. Stopped on the way and got him an Arby's sandwich.
He was happy.
He went to sleep in my arms and gave me a last look and nuzzle as to say "It's OK Daddy"
Laid him to rest under his favorite tree facing west, that way the afternoon sunshine is always in his face.
Rest in Peace my dear friend and companion.
Sure gonna miss him..............................
My Huey:
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