Oh, *sigh*...

[tabaqui]

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...*

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[shakatany.livejournal.com]

Come cats and kittens everywhere,
Whate'er of cat the world contains,
From Tabby on the kitchen stair
To Tiger burning in his lair
Unite your melancholy strains;
De Marsay dead! and never more
Shall I behold that silky form
Lie curled upon the conscious floor
With sinuous limbs and placid snore,
As one who sleeps through calm and storm.
And (when we've adequately moaned)
For all the world to wonder at,
Let this great sentence be intoned:
No cat so sweet a mistress owned;
No mistress owned so sweet a cat.

-- J.K. Stephen (1859-92), "Elegy on de Marsay"


His picture reminds me of a few cats I've known. He lived a long life for a cat and I'm sure it was a happy one with you and your family. He finally went gently into that good night without much pain in the presence of his loved one. He had a good death without the need for medical intervention, the kind of death we all would like. Think of him now chasing butterflies in the Summerlands.

Shakatany