A year ago today, my beloved kittycat passed away. He was about 17 years old, and I had the privilege of taking care of him for about 9 years.
When you live alone, and you don’t have close relationships with hardly anyone, then having a cat becomes a very important and special relationship. Brian was a very important and special cat. He had to leave his home because the lady in his life had no room for him any more. It was not too different from my own circumstances.
The amazing thing about Brian is, he was so darn interested in me. Even when I was doing basically nothing with my time and my life, he watched me with intense interest and with great devotion. Many times he would go into total raptures when I simply gave him a little pat on the head.
In his final two years on this stupid earth, Brian contracted diabetes and I had to inject him with insulin twice a day. He lost a huge amount of weight in a very short time.
When he finally left, I was right by his side, here in our apartment. It was four in the morning. I petted him and looked into his beautiful amber eyes. I told him he was going to a wonderful place where he’d be strong and healthy again, and I gave him the name of my great aunt, in case he wanted to meet a friend once he got there. He stopped breathing after I said her name.