Monday, September 11, 2006

Miss Muffins 1989-2006

Yup, she's gone.

Renal failure and the beginning of congestive heart failure. She cried on Friday when I visited her and the doctors and I decided it wasn't going to get better. She passed at 9:37 am on Saturday morning. I held her as the needle went in. A fibro attack came on from all the stress and I spent the rest of the day in bed. I took a giant pain pill (for my body, my heart is really broken)and Sunday was only a smidge better, bodywise. I'm a mess.

For the first time in 26 years, I am down to two cats. No trio, just a duo. They know something is wrong, they're looking for her. I took up the towels, bed and blankets, but to no avail. Dex and Kashi are meowing through the apartment as if Muffins will come out from hiding. She's gone and I can't tell them in catspeak. I wish I could. Kashi liked Muffins, although she didn't always return Kash's love. I'll have to see if Dexter's up to playing with her, she's quite the jumper. Dex will be 14 on December 19, one day after Muffins's birthday. She would have been 17. He's getting up there, too. It's off to the vet very soon for him.

I wonder if any of my cats will ever break Butch's or Taffy's record. Butch was 21, Taffy was 19. Pure exceptions, I'm certain. Both tuxedo cats. Gray and black. Naturally, they hated each other.

I took Muffins home in a shoe box in the snow on January 6, 1990. I'll get her ashes back this weekend. Where am I going to find a pastel calico who was half peach and half gray? Muffins was one of a kind. Gorgeous, sweet, fat and funny. All the way to the end.

Laurie Bleier of the Brooklyn Animal Foster Network contacted me today about a rescue benefit. Maybe I'll start checking out what little life will make Kashi happy. Dexter can't jump like he used to.

My poor fuzzers. They're all I have.

And yes, I know it's September 11. I try not to think of 2001. I like to think of 2002 when I brought Kashi home. The city and the country will remember death, but I will remember little feet and yellow eyes.

Tomorrow is never promised.

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