When I last blogged in February it was to say goodbye to Little Thang, one of my kitties.
Today it is to say goodbye to Brownie, my last kitty
, the second one to pass on this year and the third in two years.
Brownie and Little Thang were strays that came to the house a number of years ago, about six months before Kitty who passed on last year. All three were amazingly compatible with each other and with my dogs.
During the past week Brownie ate less and less and became lethargic. When I took him to the vet today, she said Brownie likely wouldn't make it through the day so we said goodbye, she gave the injection, and we watched and caressed Brownie as he quietly left us.
Brownie was about the friendliest cat I have ever seen; no one was a stranger to him. A couple of years ago a friend stopped by. He hadn't seen Brownie before but as soon as he sat down in the living room Brownie was on his lap, purring and doing the paw kneading thing cats do. A couple of minutes later he was asleep in my friend's lap.
One of the things Brownie loved the most was stretching out on the kitchen window ledge, especially when the window was open with a breeze blowing in.
He loved deli turkey and chicken. No matter how quiet I tried to be to trick him, he always heard the bread being unwrapped and I would hear "Meow, meow, meow," because he knew what was coming next. So as I made my sandwich I would have to pull apart a piece or two for him because his hearing couldn't be tricked.
But as much as he liked turkey and chicken, what he loved the most was being cuddled. When I was at the table Brownie would climb up, curl next to the computer and wait until I cupped his head in one of my hands so he could sleep. The problem was that he stretched his rear legs across the keyboard so I had to keep moving his legs with my free hand while trying to type one-handed at the same time.
There was no way, though, that I would wake him; his head felt too warm in my hand and with his kitty motor purring, waking him would have been thoughtless.
I'll give a neighbor the cleaned out litter box and the leftover food and treats for her four kitties.
And, as before, I will notice how quiet the house is, and probably will forget Brownie is no longer with me when I call his name. Baby and Thumper, my dogs, know something is not right. They saw me leave with Brownie and then watched me come home crying without him. They haven't left my side as they offer their sympathy, sensing, I'm sure, that Brownie will no longer bless our house.
But one thing is certain -- Brownie, as with all the other pets that have shared my life over the years -- will always remain in my thoughts and in my heart.
Brownie. I love you and miss you.