Her name was Kosme. Kotik is "kitten" in Russian language. She's not really a kitten but for us she's small though she's in fact overweight. This isn't the best quality shot but this is the funniest position she always remind me of. I used to catch her in this position. She'd look like a piglet at times. She also was a nocturnal creature. We think that her ancestors were owls :).
She liked lying exactly where people have to walk. If she heard you going to the bathroom, she'd lie right at the door so when you come out you'll have to jump over her unless you want yo crush her fluffy belly. She liked plotting some obstacles for us.
She liked to steal socks from the soiled bin. She'd take then and start announcing that she'd "caught a mouse". She'd bring it to you and ask for reward for such a hard work.
She loved to eat. She ate everything we offer her. She had no problem taking medicine as long as you give it together with a hearty amount of meat. She was aldo named a "liquidator" for she liquidates anything that the other cats left on their plates.
I miss her.
On the day of Dau Ani's funeral, the veterinary phoned us telling that Kosme had to be put down. She had been operated for a cyst growing on one of her breasts. She couldn't recover well, she wasn't responding well.
It was devastating for everybody. We didn't even breathed yet and we'll have to take her and burry her right the day after we burried our grandma. Nobody had the energy to face it.
She had been at the veterinary for a week after the surgery. We thought that at least she'd recover. She then later was cremated because she developed an infection OR she got infected from the veterinary while she was there. Of course they won't tell us if it was the case.
Sigh. "When it rains, it pours".
Sorry to hear that Kosme is gone, the beloved cat. Her pawprints are on your heart forever.
ReplyDeleteI'm so sorry for your loss. Very heartbreaking. May the good memories bring you some comfort.
ReplyDeleteOh, my dear. I am so, so deeply sorry for the loss of dear Kosme. It would be hard at any time, almost unbearably hard, to say farewell to your dear cat family member. All the harder when your heart is so filled with loss.
ReplyDeleteI am glad you shared her story with us, that you told us her sock stealing and mousing and how she'd lay right in the middle of the walking space. That is trust. She lives on in your heart, but as one who had to say goodbye to the Marmelade Gypsy three years ago, the loss only eases. It finds its place in your heart with the other losses in your life, the other heartaches. And the memories become all the greater, all the more important.
Sending you love at this time of loss.