My cat for the past 11 years, Hubcap, died last night at the Animal Clinic in Ridgewood. I don't know how old he was, but estimates put him around 15, so kidney failure is not perhaps that much of a surprise. I guess I'm glad I took him to the vet, but I wish that hadn't been his last stop.
I don't know what time he died exactly, but I woke up abruptly at 2:40 this morning to the sounds of plastic rustling: it was the sound of cat paws touching a bag of cat food. Every time I brought home a new bag, Hubcap would immediately start pawing at it, trying to get at what surely was superior food to what he already had in his bowl. He did it every time.
Of course, the sound was probably just one of the other cats rubbing up on the bag of Tidy Cat I left on the kitchen table (a souvenir from the kittens), but I like believing it was Hubcap, doing what he loved most: eating and annoying the hell out of me.
I got a cat for my first birthday, and he lived until I was 13 years old. His name was Henry, and he was so fat he was unable to jump on the counter to get the cat food, so we had to have a special dish just for him. His stomach would drag the ground when he walked. One day he just went to sleep and never woke up.
I'm so sorry for your loss, but it sounds like Hubcap made a good run of it.
thanks folks. everybody should have a cat like Hubcap. at least one. possibly several at once. luckily we still have a bunch of other cats who make this difficult transition a little easier.
I remember Hubcap, so sorry to hear he's gone. When Rich's cat Suki died (he had her for 17 years!) it took us several weeks to get to a place where we even wanted to go home after work. I am glad you have all the others to keep your mind occupied, and if Hubcap is going to haunt the house, he's probably going to terrorize the other cats, no?
Aw, I'm so sorry, Chris. :(