Yesterday we bid farewell to our dear Effie. She was my constant and loyal companion for over 15 years. Gentle, kind and sophisticated – that was our Effie.
This past year was filled with much love. I told Effie the story of her adoption over and over again as I rubbed her ears. She ate only her favourite foods. She was kissed a million times.
Effie’s last days were comfortable and happy. We were determined to extend her quality of life, not prolong her death. So when we felt we had reached a time when keeping her might be better for us than her, we decided to let her go. I don’t believe she suffered for even a single day, so mission accomplished.
If there is a cat heaven – and I’m reasonably sure there is – I’d like to make the following requests: that Effie be provided with endless spools of ribbon to play with and chew upon. That no one be allowed to use a toaster. (Ever.) That a buffet of Snappy Tom, Pumpkin Lickin’ Chicken, and tuna juice be at the ready. And that a soft, pink blanket be provided for napping in a secluded, sunny spot.
Rest well, sweet Effie.