Clovis died peacefully this morning at 7:25 A.M. after a terrible night. He most likely had a neurological event yesterday afternoon. We did not leave him. Joe and I gave him water with a syringe and carried him back and forth from a floor pallet to the bed. He kept wanting to fling himself off the bed. We petted him and told him repeatedly how much he was loved. Is loved. Will always be loved. By all three of us. I am crying as I type this.
He was my constant companion. He slept on my chest or in the crook of my arm. He woke me yesterday by nudging my chin. It was a fine furry way to awaken. He could be grouchy but I have always liked grouchy men and I found his grouchiness amusing. He was smart. He would not walk into the kitchen in the morning until I gave him permission to do so.
Joe has been crying with me for he loved Clovis tremendously. Joe has taken the day off and we are going to drive to the yellow house to bury him in a sunny spot where he loved to soak up sun beams. Clovis would like that.
I have called CC and she is equally devastated. I still plan to spend the weekend with her. She grew up with Clovis. We got him as a kitten two weeks prior to my brother being killed by a drunk driver when CC was six years old. I clung to that orange kitten. He helped me through my grief. He will be missed more than I can say.
Goodbye Sweet Baby Boy
You were loved