Tonight we said good-bye to our dear cat Julius...
He wandered up to our house in Nova Scotia in 2000, and never left!
He had been suffering from renal failure and had also gone blind, but that didn't deter him.
But when I came in from barn chores this evening, he refused supper and I could tell something was very wrong.
I always knew he would tell me when it was time to go, and he did. We rushed him off to the emergency vet. His heart and respiration rates were very rapid and the vet thought he might have thrown an embolism. She said he would not last through the night. I wasn't surprised. I knew when we left the house that we would not be bringing him back with us.
He went peacefully with Gordon and I stroking his soft fur. It was just his time.
He had a great life and travelled across Canada twice in our car. Born in Nova Scotia, he also lived in British Columbia, Quebec and Ontario!
One of his cross-country treks. He's with his friend Mashka now.
He was always a placid, happy coming. Even going blind didn't seem to deter him.
He loved to snuggle up in warm places...
...and tolerated belly rubs!
He inspired my art...
And was just plain cute!
And very, very...
...fluffy! Which is why we often called him...
He was pretty easy to love!
And it won't be the same without him.
On the way home from the vet's tonight, we saw a shooting star. It passed through the constellation Orion... the hunter. We used to call Julius a mighty hunter.
I think that flash in the night was him was telling us good-bye.
Sleep well, buddy. We are so glad you wandered into our lives, and we will miss you very much.