It's been a little over two weeks since Castor crossed the bridge. Our hearts are a little less heavy. Meommy knows he must have been hurting, especially at the end. She's glad he's not hurting anymore. We have been comforted much by all the kind words left on our bloggy by our furrends out there. Thank you all so much.
Meommy has been spoiling me absolutely rotten. I've gotten more hand outs than ever- meat, eggs, whatever I wants. Meommy plays with me constantly. If there's a mouse to be thrown, I gets to fetch it as long as I want. Meommy decided to take a couple videos of me and post them. The first one, meommy was messing with me a little bit. She had the flashy box and I kept waiting for it to flash, so I followed her around meezing. I am a furry meezy meezer!
In this one, I am doing my fuzzy mouse therapy. I've got one of my favorites (recently rescued from behind the fridge) and meommy is playing with me. I loves my mices and getting to fetch and play.
We'll never forget my brother. I've been with him since I was born. But our hearts are slowly healing and remembering the times when he was a happy, healthy kitten. Meommy is having a hard time getting used to only one kitty to cuddle at night. It used to be meommy would have one of us snuggled under her arm and the other behind her knees. It was first come, first serve for the best place. Now I always sleep tucked under her arm, and there's an empty place behind meommy's knees.
Meommy has often thought about getting another companion kitty for me. But it's probably too soon. For now we are all moving on, healing, and consoling each other.