12/17/2023
Moony’s tiny body couldn’t keep up with his big spirit. I woke up to hear his final struggle to live. I rushed upstairs to get ready for an emergency vet visit, but my heart told me that he wouldn’t survive. His final moments were in his favorite cat house from Aldi, his safe spot.
Since the awful news of his diagnosis, he made biscuits on a donut cat bed as an early Christmas gift. We watched Star Wars last night as he cuddled up against my leg and continued to purr loudly. He never stopped purring. He struggled to eat and this ginger boy loved food. The crack of a frisky can draw his attention out of nowhere. This weekend I gave him Inaba Chruu as much as his little heart desired. He licked every drop with sheer joy.
I will miss my orange shadow. He followed me everywhere. When he woke up from a nap and didn’t see me, he would meow like a shout from a rooftop. I would yell back at him that I was upstairs Moon and soon after the sound of his footsteps got louder towards me. I never needed a weighted blanket because he draped himself over my waist at night. I like to call him my walking space heater because of his constant cozying up.
As I look over his favorite spots around the house, I weep knowing that I won’t see him greet me at the door.