Dr. Rusty the cat is gone

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My sister had to put her cat Rusty down on Monday night. He had a very long and happy life and I'm grateful that I knew him. I'm surprised that it's hitting me this hard. I'm totally distracted. I'm thinking, "Ok, so Rusty's with Mom now" and then I think "Oh no, not in that place nobody comes back from!"

We sometimes called him Dr Rusty because he could (and did) purr people better. He was a big gorgeous ginger cat with a great personality. I'm allergic to fur but I got attached to Rusty anyway. Now I live on the other side of the city with my dog, but I still feel bad about Rusty.

I keep seeing this image (in my head) - Rusty going out the front door, but I only turned in time to see the last wisp of his tail and I wasn't sure he was gone. In real life on that occasion I went to look and Rusty was sitting on the steps waiting. I better stop I'm getting totally maudlin.

In my head I've been hearing a cat and kittens at night, when sitting in my cave. I knew it couldn't be, the dog wasn't going nuts when I was hearing it. Just 20 minutes ago The Wife spotted a stray ducking under the back deck. There is one kitten under there she is trying to coax out. Wish us luck. I think it's a sign, we don't have enough cats and I agree.

How unfair life can be, that they don't live longer then we do.

I just learned that my next door neighbors have lost their dog. She was a 14 year old hound dog, who had Cancer. I never know what to say to bereaved people, but I know how they must feel. They knew that she was dying, and they had actually put a ramp on the porch so that she could still come out for her walks. She had been falling down a lot, and not eating. I'm sure she is better off, and not suffering anymore.

Sorry to hear of your loss, Claradoon.