This is my first diary, although I have been a faithful reader for a while now, and one of the things I like best is this community. I live in Wisconsin with family on either coast, so we take our families where we can find them,
Mikey, the orange kitty came into my life in 2000. After the loss of my younger brother to cancer and my mother to a broken heart less than 18 months later, my Dad was bereft in the family home of upstate NY.
I had lived in Madison for years and was anxious to return, so I moved back and shortly after, dad followed. I was always a daddy's girl, so it was an honor for me to help him through his latter years, which included senile dementia. He never lost his personality, but ended up as a terrible flirt with no " self-edit" button.
He was a handful. And lonely in his senior residence. So I got him Mikey, named by dad after my late brother Michael.
The first time dad said he was excited to get back home to see the cat, I knew we had done the right thing. Mikey sat on dad's lap for years being petted and pampered. When he could no longer care for the cat, I brought him home with me. Big Piggy didn't mind and we were a 2 cat household.
About 10 days ago we noticed Mikey seemed lethargic and looked like he was losing weight.
End result, fatal liver damage caught too late. I thank the McFarland Animal Hospital.
He went peacefully.
I'm still crying.
RIP you sweet kitty
update
Let me see if I can attach the photo: