And Another One Gone

We had to say good-bye to our eighteen-year-old cat, Amber (or Bambi, or Bamber, as she was also known). We’ve known since spring that she was battling advanced kidney disease. It finally caught up with her. She stopped eating, and had lost more weight (and she was only a bit over 5 lbs. to begin with!). It was time, although I sure wish it wasn’t. She made it longer than anyone thought she would.

We’ve had her since she was born in our youngest daughter’s dresser drawer. She was mouthy and opinionated, and guarded the water dish (especially lately) as if she owned it. She loved the dog, and would rub up against him, and lift up on her hind legs to head butt his chin. He, in turn, would lick her head, which I am not sure she fully appreciated!

So, we are down to Mr. Guinness, our snowshoe Siamese, who is 13 now, and Lambeau. The house is going to feel very different.

Rest easy now, Amber. You will be missed.

I am sad. This is not what I asked Santa for this year.

“We who choose to surround ourselves with lives even more temporary than our own, live within a fragile circle; easily and often breached. Unable to accept its awful gaps, we would still live no other way. We cherish memory as the only certain immortality, never fully understanding the necessary plan.” -Irving Townsend