April 09, 2005

R.I.P. Mr Bluebird

Last week I posted a photo of only one of our cats, as I hoped to get better pictures of the other four. I never got a chance to take more pictures of one of them; he passed away on Wednesday.

Creamer was twenty years old, nominally one hundred people-year equivalent. Three years ago he developed a severe bout of anemia. The vet prescribed antibiotics and iron rations, but warned us that if they didn't work we would be looking at an extensive and expensive course of treatments. The simple fix turned things around, but ever since then, he looked old. He was nowt but a skellington covered in fur, but until just a few days ago he was still looking for a chance to leap onto my shoulder, even considering the possibility while I was at camera distance.

His official name was Cream Soda, which continued the tradition of Orange Julius and Orange Crush (better known as Thuuh Crusher). He and his late brother Grey Malkin were known as the Epaulette Twins because as kittens they would ride around on my two shoulders. More recently I took to calling him Mr Bluebird at those times when he was, like the tattoo with a ribbon grasped in his beak which bears my wee wifey's name, on my shoulder.

I should have plenty of time to get good pictures of the other cats here. For next week my foster nephew came up with some neat old snapshots of one of his cats, already residing at the other house.

Posted by triticale at April 9, 2005 12:19 AM

I'm very sorry.


Posted by: James R. Rummel at April 10, 2005 01:24 AM

I share your grief. My 19 year old cat died two years ago.

But I'm sure Creamer is in kitty heaven, telling my Romeo all about his family here, who loved him so well and took such good care of him. And then they'll probably go off together and find a sunbeam to doze in ;)

Posted by: Romeocat at April 10, 2005 06:26 PM

My heart goes out to you. Creamer was obviously a very lucky cat to have been part of your family. I hope he finds my Phantom in Kitty Heaven so they can share stories and chase mice together.

Posted by: Mariann at April 10, 2005 09:41 PM

My thoughts are with you as well. We lost our first kitty, Newt, at the heartbreaking age of 7 to a heart attack. She had cardio myopathy and actually lived a year longer than the vet expected her to. I'm sure they all, Creamer, Phantom, Romeo and Newt are keeping each other company and entertained while they wait for us to arrive.

Posted by: Jenna at April 11, 2005 11:31 AM
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