As a parent and a pet owner, I knew one day it would happen. I just didn’t think it would happen so soon. Our cat Margo, just shy of being six years old, passed away yesterday from extensive kidney disease. It broke my heart to see the kids go through this, as I remember it well from when I was a child.
As I reflect on her time with us, it brings me great joy. She was, from all reports, the runt of her litter. Despite her size disadvantage, she was unafraid of her sister and would push her to wrestle and play. Margo didn’t like to be handled much, but was most comfortable with our son, Jacob. As a very young boy, he was not as gentle as someone older might be, but Margo went along with it and tolerated him like no one else.
As for me, what I will remember most is how she would come into our bedroom every night around 10 pm. You could almost set your watch by her nightly visits. She usualy spent just a few minutes with us, most nights wanting to lay on Debby. Then, before we knew it, she’d move on to play with her sister cat for a bit, followed by settling in Jacob’s room for the night.
Last night, the Margo we said good bye to was not the one we knew and loved. I saw it in her eyes — she was in pain. We mourned together and shared memories of Margo. We miss you already, kitty, but are glad you are no longer suffering.