Day 18 – Report from Kitty Heaven

I know what you're thinking. What the hell happened? One day you get fluids on the island in the kitchen; the next, a strange doc comes to the house, fumbles to find a good vein, then puts you to sleep.Suddenly, I feel light as a feather I used to play with when I was a kitten. From the top of the kitchen, I look down at the dead tortie, my eyes still open, on the betoweled island where I had just received fluids the day before. So, I was dead down there, a real corpse of the kitty I used to be.

       And yet, I felt free: free of the stiffness I felt all over my body just the day before; free of the sadness I felt when Mama would just grab me when I was about to fall asleep, hug and kiss me, then cry with hiccups for a minute or two, for almost a whole week before the strange doc came to the house, to put me down. I felt so bad for Mama, whose eyes were  red and swollen from all that crying, even though I wasn't dead yet.Yeah, Mama would always worry about me, before anything major really happened... 
   
Happily, though, I had the sudden thankfulness that Taylor and Dr. L kept me around for 18 months with a good appetite, my tail straight up with a wag until the last day. I'm so glad they loved me so much, to keep me going that extra time,a year and a half after Dr.M. gave up on me 18 months before, when Corona Shmona had just begun. I felt bad for Mama & the Old Man. They wanted me to last until Hanukkah, 'cause that's when I started this blog, 4 years ago. Kind of like bookends, you know? But I feel so wonderful now - just total peace, love, togetherness with all the kitties that had gone before me. 
      So, aloha, mahalo plenty; shalom shalom to all my Hawaiian and Israeli friends who have shown Mama and the Old Man how to live,one day at a time. 
      Hey, wake up out there! I'm Minnie the Blogger at WordPress.com. That's my legacy to the world. What's yours?