I have no more cats.
I wrote about my little cat, Juniper, and her loss back in November. I knew that Mookie was not far behind, but definitely couldn't think about it over the holidays. My daughter has gotten very attached to him the last few years and I wanted to wait as long as possible.
Last week I realized that his food dish wasn't being emptied the way that it used to. That he wasn't in the upstairs hallway meowing at 5 AM for someone to come turn on the tub faucet so he could drink. Wasn't sleeping with my daughter at night.
I called the vet yesterday, got an appointment for today and talked to my kids about the fact there was a possibility that Mookie wasn't coming home. And he didn't.
I detailed my story about how I got him a couple years ago in this post. He's been with me since my senior year of college, and almost 19 years of ups and downs. Not many cats get to reach near the age of 21, and I feel so blessed that we got to journey together for so long.
For Juniper, for Mookie, enjoy the Summerlands, my kittehs. You will be missed.