I have been dreading this post for well over a month now. Just before Memorial Day weekend we had to say goodbye to our sweet boy, Simon. We fought so hard to save him when he got sick with his cardiomyopathy 2 years ago, and we'd kept his heart happy and healthy with 3 daily medications since then. But then, like many adult cats, his kidneys failed him and we had to let him go.
Simon had 2 previous families before us so we assumed he was around 2 when he became ours. Brent's partner at work had a family whose child had severe allergies and needed to get rid of their cat. Brent signed us up when we heard he was Siamese, like our other cat, Jeffrey. He came home the day after Thanksgiving and lived in what was our guest room before Joseph was born, hiding under the comforter until he decided he liked it here. He was clearly some kind of Siamese mix, and everyone who saw him agreed that he was absolutely gorgeous.
He kind of tormented Jeffrey a little to assert his dominance, but they quickly learned to get along and were often fellow nappers.
Simon was never particularly bothered when Joseph came home, and in the last few years since Jeffery has been gone he had taken to sleeping in Joseph's bed with him. It was so sweet it almost made me forgive him for single handedly trying to destroy Joseph's first birthday cake.
Simon had a gift of making himself comfortable anywhere and everywhere.
But there was nowhere he was more often than in Brent's lap. The two of them were thick as thieves, and I think it was even harder for me to know how much Brent's heart was hurting than it was to say goodbye to Simon. There will never be a more beautiful, loving, louder purr-ball than Simon.
There's a void in our lives with both of our kitties gone now, and not a day has gone by yet where I don't still think that I hear him or see him. We will miss you more than you can ever imagine, sweet Simon. Rest in peace, and please give your brother Jeffrey a kiss for us up there in kitty heaven.