It's with a heavy heart that I type... our 16-year-old orange kitty, Ziggy, passed away about two months ago. I've dreaded putting it out on the blog, since that seems to make it more of a reality somehow. We were able to give him two more weeks through use of medication for his kidney failure, but at the end we knew it was time to let him go gracefully and peacefully.
He was our "travellin' kitty" and accompanied me, and then Jason, on every relocation that we made. He went from the farm bully to a fuzzy lapcat during his lifetime. Ziggy was my live heating pad while I read; he loved to curl up on Jason's chest at night. We never minded the marmalade "tumblefur" that invaded our house and our noses. Ziggy was Jason's comfort and good buddy when the two of them made the move to St. Charles, three months before I did. He was quiet (except for feeding time), dignified, and truly a family member.
We miss you, Zig.
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