My beloved pet, Izzy, died yesterday. Dennis found him last night in his closet curled up as if he was sleeping. I believe that Izzy was not in pain his last few days. I spent a long time petting him yesterday morning and he tried his best to purr. I told him it was OK to die.
I know that Izzy was just a cat, not yet a year old. He was the sweetest kitten I have ever had and loved me. He helped me get through Mama's death by staying by my side. To lose him, brings all those feelings of grief and loss back to the surface. Today, we will tell the boys and dispose of the body. I am not sure how Deniska will take the news since Izzy was technically his kitten. I have been telling Deniska that Izzy was not going to live so perhaps it will not be too big of a shock.
Dennis asked if I wanted a new kitten but I am not ready for that. I just want Izzy. He will be missed.