Our Calvin has left for the rainbow bridge. Monday evening (labor day) when we returned home from visiting my dad, we found him laying on the floor near my recliner. He was not dead, but we knew that this was the end. I sat with him and laid him on a blanket and just talked to him. I let him know that we were here and that he was loved. And that he should leave in peace and we would understand. He was gone by morning.
He was only the second cat of mine to die at home. I felt badly not knowing how long he was laying there, and I hoped that he was not in pain while we were out. But he lived a long life and he might even be visiting his former owner at this moment, since he only became "orphaned" due to his owners death.
Calvin was a challenge; shy, scared, not well socialized. When I adopted him in 2002, he had only ever knew one person and his fellow cats. He would not eat for me for 5 full days when he first came here. He would not let me pick him up for years! But he came around. And I am glad that he picked me as his new caretaker and meowmie.
RIP Calvin, many of your old friends have been waiting for you at the bridge. Reunite and rejoice being together again. And one day, Charlie and I will join you all.
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