Our dear old plush boy, our 'old man', Naja Haji Masticophis, has died. He was unhappy last night, crying a lot, and at some point when we were all in bed, he stopped being able to walk or get up. He was lying on the cold kitchen floor this morning, head on the rim of the waterdish. After i took Monstrous to school, i just held him in my lap for a few hours, petting him and talking to him, until he stopped breathing.
Poor old plush. He was eighteen-going-on-nineteen and just...worn out. We buried him out in the country near his pal Desmodus.
Chango and Scratch seem a little weirded out. I think they miss him.
Rest in peace, Hajit-ma.

*i dunno if i'll respond to comments or not. i'm bummed. so if i don't...i do appreciate any that are left, very much...*
Poor old plush. He was eighteen-going-on-nineteen and just...worn out. We buried him out in the country near his pal Desmodus.
Chango and Scratch seem a little weirded out. I think they miss him.
Rest in peace, Hajit-ma.
*i dunno if i'll respond to comments or not. i'm bummed. so if i don't...i do appreciate any that are left, very much...*
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Of all the cats I've ever had, each one fun and unique and a joy in their own way, Haji was the one. My minion. My familiar. My jester. My toy. My friend.
Haji would come to me when I got home from work. He would follow me around the house, to the kitchen, the bathroom, out on to the porch if he could. He'd sit on the window sill and wait while I took a shower. Patient, waiting for my words or my touch.
He was loyal in a way that many felines I've known won't let themselves be. Haji forfeited the snooty autonomy many cats hold, and allowed himself to be a little force of "loving submission".
He knew how to be a pest, and seemed to enjoy that more in his old age. His desire to be held, touched, acknowleged - it became obsessive in the end. I think he sensed his end coming. He knew it was soon his time.
His belly was the softest - I always said, "The plush that all plush should be measured against." He'd let me roll him on his back and play in his plush tummy. He put up with a lot, that guy. Like a plushy soft puppet that purred.
I'll always miss him, and never will another replace him. A little tiny part of me has died with him. Today my heart is bruised, broken, aching. I'll miss him always. Putting that old cat into the cold winter ground was heart wrenching. I wish I could hold him tonight.
Thank you for posting Haji's obit on your journal. It was so nice to read all the comforting words your friends offered.
Love always,
-Cat
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I'm going to miss him every day.
*love*
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It reminds me of my own, lovely, missing fuzzyfaces.
It gets easier, but you never forget them.
Such a pretty boy
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♥
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*hugs*
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I'm glad he didn't suffer for long, though. And I'll be he had a good life with you.
::hugs::
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Sorry for your loss.
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*hugs*
PS Your cats have awesome names!
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i'm so sorry, babe. Haji was a beautiful cat, i'll miss seeing him.
*hugshugshugs*
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I'm so sorry for your loss, I have two aging cats and two aging dogs and I dread losing any of them.
Eighteen is very old, he's had a really good innings and had you holding him at the end which he must have appreciated.
Hope you feel a little better soon, it's very hard.
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