Sweet and Feisty

Two countries.  Two cross country moves.  Two children and two marriages.  My cats have seen a lot with me over the last 17 years.  They weren't always the sweetest things, as most cats aren't.  But they were well loved.  About two years a part, Cosmo and Shibby have been the best cats I've had.

Cosmo, being the oldest of the two, is definitely my alpha cat.  Except where Stitch is involved, but that's besides the point.  She rules it all and it's her domain.  As long as there's no barking at her.  She's a feiry silver and white cat, pushing 19 years old.

My sweet little cat/dog who loved to cuddle was her little sister.  Sort of.  They never really did cuddle up together, but as they grew older they tolerated each other much more than when they were little. Shibby, while not the dominant in the cat domain, gave zero fucks and didn't let any dogs tell her what to do.  There are many pictures of her sleeping in the dog's bed, showing him who's boss.  She's always been my fat little Shibby cat, the baby bobcat.

Today we said goodbye to that feisty little bobcat.  Her kidneys were done and she was unable to hold herself up any longer.  Rather than put her through a battering ram of medicine that would only prolong the inevitable and mask the pain she was in, we let her go peacefully.  And while it's never easy saying goodbye to a loved one, it's even worse to watch them suffer. 

Sleep well, my sweet little cat.