Goodbye, Connor →[More:]Yesterday I found out one of our cats died. It's a long story and I drank a lot. Oh, so much. It didn't help but besides a headache it didn't really hurt, still got done what I had to do, etc.
He wasn't my cat, but he was a big, beautiful cat and he loved me and I loved him and now he is gone, just like that.
He was the only survivor of a litter of a kitten, his mother Winnie, born Cesarian section, the only one to find the working nipple. I think there are more pictures I haven't filed but here are
Connor and Winnie. Connor in his Maine coon fluffiness walked with a kind of pushy march, nosed other cats out of the way to get what he wanted, was never hostile and once walked up to a deer. I think my parents and especially my brother are going to be having a really rough time with this. It was my brother who found the scared, abused Winnie and took her in only to find out she was pregnant, and then had to deal with the carnage of the birth.
I could go on, but really, I guess, I'm hoping for things that will help my brother, who has a lot of issues going on.
Maybe post picture of your pets past and present or whatever you think applies.
I will miss him. He was always very clear in communicating with me and knowing there was really nothing we could do makes it all feel like an odd stop.