Mr. M told me that I was not allow to meow about him, so I haven’t.
But you really, really need to know. You see, months ago, when our staff took him to the vet for a respiratory infection, he had a scratch on the neck, and since nothing they’d done to heal the scratch had worked, they asked the vet. (Initially, the staff thought it was caused by me rough housing or him scratching at it.) Alas, in addition to his kidney issues, respiratory infection and heart issues, the vet said my beloved brofur had skin cancer and with all his medical problems combined, there was nothing he could do to help.
i have spent the last few months spoiling him the best I could. So has the staff. That is why I made him such a special box for Christmas and while I was thrilled how much he loved it, I was also hurt because he spent so much time in there with his favorite things. Easter Sunday, I was thrilled when he came out and spent hours strolling around the yard with me. We chatted about everything, while enjoying the beautiful day, though he did express concern for the yard and said he hoped this draught would soon be over and he said he’d purr on that.
Today, I woke to rain beating on the roof, so I dashed to congratulate him that his hopes and purrayers had worked. But Mr. M had gone over the rainbow. I’m crying as I type this, but I’m not sure who or what I’m crying for. In some ways, these are tears of happiness because my dear brofur no longer has to deal with the flesh and blood body that was plagued by poor health, but I’m also crying because I will never, ever stroll around the yard with him, again.
Pops was surprised by the rain, so logged into the radar, which showed one teeny, tiny little cloud over our entire state…. I can’t help but think that now that he’s on the other side of that rainbow, Mr. M found a way to water the yard he loved and I’m confident that somehow, we will still find a way to help me when I need him.