Last night I got to have my final goodbye to one of the sweetest cats I’ve ever known. Somara was gracious enough to let see Kuroneko, give her cuddles and whisper in her ears why I loved her so much. Although she moved out with Somara four years back, Kuro was part of the joint household for 11 years. What I loved most about her was what a free spirit she was. Kuro didn’t respect the hierarchy under Molly, she just went about her business doing as she pleased without punching the other cats. I think she would’ve had fun with Aggie, manipulating my big dummy cat.
I hope to write a longer, more fitting tribute to Kuroneko since you see the other free have their own pages; I need to thumb through the gallery of her finest moments too. The little butterball of muscle deserves as much because I still miss her loud little purr motor she gladly demonstrated one last time for me.
I miss you very much you little stinker! You were the best thing we ever bought from PetSmart and I’m confident Nemo is waiting for you on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge, ready to play Zoomies.
There’s an old saying I love that when you die it isn’t St Peter or Osiris or whomever who meets you at the gate to judge, it’s the soul of every animal whose life you’ve touched.
I like to imagine that if there were life beyond the grave, my Chihuahua Dobie would be the lawyer for my defense and the jury every other dog, cat, horse and such I’ve had the opportunity to do some kindness.
And that Kuro and Nemo are taking some time from their frolic to plan some defense for you, old friend. 🙂
Aww. I’m sorry to hear it Mag, but am glad you got to say goodbye.