Yesterday we had to let go of our precious Simcoe. She was almost ten and a half years old, and has spent the past five and a half years undergoing treatment for her Chronic Renal Failure (CRF).
I’ll be doing a final medical post that has details about her care over the years and how her levels looked as the disease progressed, but these very painful past twenty-four hours have reminded me of so many of the things our little kitty loved and made her the sweet, loving, fun critter she was. So this post is just a simple one.
Simcoe loved her seagull on a stick, I had to covertly buy an identical one when her old one broke
Simcoe loved being a country cat, hunting bugs and watching chipmunks at the house in Pennsylvania
Simcoe loved being a city cat, staring down at cars and people from the high rise window sill in San Francisco
Simcoe loved little cat tents and houses
Simcoe loved sitting on our laps
Simcoe loved cold cut turkey
Simcoe loved bringing toys on to the bed so we would play with her
Simcoe loved snuggling Caligula
Simcoe loved being inside boxes
Simcoe loved sitting in the sun
Simcoe loved pop corn
Simcoe loved sitting on books and magazines I was trying to read
Simcoe loved string
Simcoe loved having a perfectly groomed coat of fur
Simcoe loved sitting on suitcases
Simcoe loved her Millennium Falcon on a stick
Simcoe loved climbing on top of boxes
Simcoe loved paper bags
Simcoe loved talking
Simcoe loved sleeping on our warm laptops if we left them open
Simcoe loved living, which made this all so much harder
Simcoe loved us, and we loved her so very much
Tuesday, Apr 11th, 2017 at 6:51
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Tuesday, Apr 11th, 2017 at 10:34
Oh no, I’m so sorry for your loss… It’s hard to let go of the furbabies when they should have many more years ahead.