It is with a very heavy heart that I let all of you know that our cat, Rassie, has passed from this mortal realm overnight. It happened between midnight and 0530 hrs.
ALL to himself, at last.
There seems little left to say, and yet, there is so much that will go unsaid.
So, please permit me the opportunity to share a bit of what the last twenty years meant to us (and to me).
I had a co-worker at the window factory where I had worked who had some kittens (free to a good home), so we went to her place and took a long time before we chose the two little furballs that would become a part of our family.
|Rassie and Penelope as kittens|
Now, we were living in Willow Creek at the time, and when we were broken into (while we were both at work), and we came back to the apartment where police were waiting, the first thing I did was look for the two cats. Could NOT find them, and we called and called.
|The infamous "shopping bag hideout".|
Both of them were full of curiosity...that's what cats do...get curious. I once found Penelope on top of the kitchen cabinets looking down at me. How she got UP there is still a mystery. Her brother never was into that (I figured he was her "lookout").
Anyway, when we moved into this house, they grew into adulthood with a lot more room to play (read explore and get into stuff). We never had anything chewed up, as they had LOADS of toys. Yeah, we spoiled the hell outta them.
Luckily, all one had to do was "ring the dinner chime" and out they'd come from wherever they'd been. And they meowed until the dinner bowl touched the floor.
|They were quite the "matched pair".|
Twenty years of familiarity (and the comfort associated with that) will do that to someone.
|He OWNED the carpeted stairs.|
If he were a child of ours, he'd be driving and off to college (more reasons to worry).
THIRD of MY life.
It's hard to imagine my life without him now.
Rassie was a true joy, as was his sister. I have never had a pet this long before, and I know I will never again.
|His favorite window to nap.|
And, I really didn't mind cleaning up pee off the drapes, or puke from the carpet. That can happen when a pet becomes as aged as Rassie was.
|And, there was ALWAYS "daddy's jacket" to lay on.|
|There was also the "holiday" rug near the TV|
|This is MY place...mine.|
|Rassie loved Christmas wrapping paper.|
You know that every man has "his own chair" in the house. I have mine in the living room. One of Rassie's pastimes was to get up INTO that chair when I would get up to get a drink or whatever.
|He never let me far from his sight.|
It was a bit crowded in that chair when both he AND Penny did that.
Now up until last week, Rassie would ALWAYS come alongside and curl up next to me on the floor, or get up on the sofa (with me) and lay down on my chest (I missed several shows when I nodded out from the purring and calm he brought).
He would paw at my face as if he were stroking it. I found that kind of cool, too.
|"on the prowl"|
|"I'm an outdoor cat for the day!"|
|After Penny, he would snooze solo.|
Well, after 3 years since Penny passed, he is once again with his sister.
He has crossed over The Rainbow Bridge.
Last night, he was resting on my slippers in the family room, and I fell asleep with the TV on.
When I got up (slept like a log, too), I couldn't find him, so I started searching.
I saw his tail sticking out from behind a living room chair. I called to him...nothing. I lifted his tail and it flopped back down. I knew what had happened. He was gone and he was already rigid.
Why he chose to go there, might be due to his not wanting me to see him deceased as soon as I woke up.
|The last picture of Rass, taken 4 October|
And now, I find myself having to "un-teach" everything I've been doing for Rassie over the past 20 years. It's going to be hard to NOT have to get up early to feed him, or change the litter, or even clean up after him. I still have those moments when I swear I see Penny out the corner of my eye.
Now, it's Rassie's turn to do likewise.
Like I said, such familiarity comes with a price.
We are going to make arrangements to have his mortal remains taken care of, for we know where his soul and spirit have already gone (yes, I believe that pets DO have souls and spirits, otherwise how would they leave such lasting impressions upon our own hearts?).
|This always reminded me of Penny and Rass.|
That much has been documented and proven.
They know when we're happy and they also know when we're hurting.
|He's now at rest.|
In some ways, I dare say he was a lot more human than we give such creatures credit for.
So, while I have to do the grieving thing for a while, I think he knew how much he had become a part of our lives, and that he was never lacking for love in the home where he lived a good and long life.
He was and always will be my little buddy.
And we shall miss him as we miss Penelope.
You will not hear me ever say a real "goodbye" to him, either. I don't think he would have wanted that.
I know I don't.
"Until we meet again, buddy".
I'll meet you (and your sister) at the bridge someday.