Our beloved family cat, Mishi, died this past Thursday, February 26th. He was 18.5 years old. My mom found him and had the courage to pick him up, put him in his cat bed and carry the bed outside to the porch so that he could enjoy the fresh air one last time.
I never quite understood the whole grieving over pets thing. Until now. He went through life right along with us--two moves, a divorce, Lily's adoption (the cat my sister brought back from Israel and eventually gave to my mom) and much, much more. I miss him. We all do.
The following three pictures were taken many years ago on the back porch of our Glyndon Street house.
Wonderful post!
Posted by: David Jacobs | March 01, 2009 at 12:24 PM
Thanks, David. Nothing like a little gloom and doom to jumpstart a blog!
Posted by: Emily Roth | March 01, 2009 at 04:37 PM
These pictures nicely capture the wonderful red hues of his coat and his big amber eyes. He really will be missed.
Posted by: adriana | March 01, 2009 at 08:02 PM