100 Posts in 100 Days: Day 44

[zola]

Not much happening, which is probably only to be expected.

Obviously I'm still sad about Morpheus, but I think the hardest part was yesterday when we knew he definitely wasn't going to make it and we just had to wait.

We were the end of the line for him. I picked him up from the local humane society the day they were going to euthanize him to make space for other cats. If I hadn't said "He's much too nice to let him get put down, I'll take him," we never would have had the joy of knowing him. This definitely helps the sadness part, although of course we wish we could have had him longer.

Reality is that all of the cats we brought from Massachusetts are getting old. Reality is that even though we have already lost two in the last 60 days, we might lose more in the next 60 days. I am finding that each time we lose one, sad as it is, the next isn't quite as difficult because I have had more time to accept the reality that in five years, we probably won't have any of them, and we definitely won't have any of them in ten years. (They range in age from 13 to 17 and possibly 18).  Morpheus may have been older than 13, it was impossible to tell. He was a British Shorthair, and they take longer to mature, so the estimate of his age could have been off by as much as five years.

Ben and I are talking about possibly looking into getting a British Shorthair kitten in a few years because Morpheus's gentle temperament was typical of the breed. We would definitely enjoy another cat as sweet as he was. And in the meantime, life goes on.