When I told Carrie the news, she said it was like the end of an era in the Parks' household, no Swissys and now no cats.
We let Cali, our sweet muted Calico, go this morning. She was 19 1/2 and had been in kidney failure for the last two years. We knew it was time, and so did she. Everyone was ready, except for Frank,
She had become his cat for the last 5 or so years. She sat with him at night and watched TV. She slept beside him or between his legs every night. She called loudly to him sounding so pathetically starved when she wanted fresh water or more food......or simply for someone to come and watch her eat.
While Frank dug her hole between the big 22 lb Chips and my Whitney Dallas (she came from Whitney TX which is near Dallas, not Houston) I gave each Basset offerings of her food from her last bowlful. They all sat quietly and waited for their tiny pieces to be doled out.
Goodbye my sweet kitty. Play nice with the heaven mice and birds and live pain free. And remember we loved you this much.