Today, my cat died.
Her name was Joey. Cannot exactly say what her age was.
I figure she was seven. That would make her close to 50 is she were human.
She went missing five days ago but came home last night. She was weak but could still walk albeit very slowly and only for a short distance. What was telling was the fact that she didn't want to eat nor drink anything. She just laid herself on the kitchen floor meowing meekly. Her breathing was laboured.My wife woke me up at 6.00 this morning to tell me that Joey had died. My maid found her body this morning, under the bed in our guest room.
We brought Joey home with us when she was just a kitten. She was my mother's cat. We took her home on the onset of my mom's Alzheimer's disease and it became clear that she could not take care of Joey. Before we named her, Joey was called Puteh. Marissa named her Joey as soon as she was at our house. She wasn't the healthiest when we took her in but my wife took care of her well and soon she was as healthy and active as any kitten.
She was a playful cat and didn't seem to grow up either in age or size. Even as she grew older she still acted like a kitten. Although she was fed everyday, her predator instincts remained intact. Among her prey were, coackroaches, house lizards and small birds.I found that remarkable and at times annoying as she would often dragged her prey into the house.What was even more remarkable was the fact that she was always gentle with Imran despite being routinely subjected to his merciless manhandling . She always kept her claws firmly tucked within her paws when Imran played with her.
I also saw the gentle side of Imran last night. He was very happy to find Joey home but was distressed to see her ill and dying. Even at three, he knew that Joey was weak and could not withstand his usual boisterous handling. He kissed her on her head and cried when we dragged him away to sleep.
Out of all my family members, I knew she loved me most. She would always be around me, walking between my legs, asking to be stroked or petted.
She will be missed.
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