Oh, why can’t anything in life just stay the same?

We lost our Missy this week. Our fifteen year old Maine Coon kitty. Was she really fifteen? I guess I was in denial.
The first time we met Missy was at the breeder’s house in 2004. She was the runt of the litter, but a spunky little thing. We had only intended to get one male kitten, but when we were offered her at half price, what could we do? Two kittens are always more fun than one, and so she came home with us.
Sadly, she developed chronic sinusitis and often had upper respiratory infections. Occasional rounds of antibiotics would get her back to normal for a time. We were told her life expectancy was shortened because of this, but when she made it past ten, it seemed she’d keep going forever.

So she was fine. Until she wasn’t.

For those of you who own pets, you understand the unconditional love and acceptance  they bring to our lives. Even when they are annoying, there is a certain comfort that they are always there. Greeting you at the door when you come home. Sitting next to you on the couch all snug, warm and happy. The list goes on.

My youngest child was her person. You know. Her master. They spent countless hours together, as Missy always gravitated toward her. When she went through a rough emotional time as a preteen, Missy was her closest ally. They were inseparable. Somehow a pet can sense when you need them the most.
As the years went on, she slowed down a bit as far as playing goes. She lost some weight too, but her vet checkups were positive. Little did we know under the surface she was headed toward the end. Cats rarely show their discomfort or pain.

And now she is gone. The house feels empty though it’s not. We are grateful she doesn’t have to suffer anymore. But still. That special kitty bond and love will be sorely missed. Right now it seems like she’s still here. Any second I expect her to bound down the stairs looking for food.

This is the most difficult part of pet ownership. The utter loss you feel at the end. She was part of the family.

It’s not my first rodeo. I’ve lost many a pet over the years. This however, is my daughter’s first and my heart aches for her.
Maine Coons are a great breed, should you ever have the privilege of owning one. They have been referred to as a dog in cat pajamas. They follow you around and keep you company, interested in everything you do.

Here is one last look at Missy, above her brother.

Rest in peace, sweet girl. And thank you for all the love and fun you brought into our lives. You will always hold a special place in our hearts and memories.

~Carolyn

“Life isn’t easy. Together we can make it better.”

Please feel free to share memories of your own beloved pets. I’d love to hear about them.