Monty is gone. It's hard to believe. He'd been with us around six years when I started this blog in 2005 or so. I thought he'd go on forever, but that's not the way of the world.
Our last day together was a good one, peaceful and friendly, with him at my side much of the morning as I graded.
I dreaded the afternoon, but I petted him and talked to him and fed him whenever he wanted to eat.
He passed peacefully in his own bed with a blanket that had often served as curtains for him underneath a toadstool at the bottom of our cat fort.
He was between Christine and me, petted, whispered to and comforted. It came three weeks to the day after Daisy passed away.
We had no idea Monty had a brain tumor when she was diagnosed with lung tumors. In her final week, he seemed as strong and vibrant as ever, especially for a cat with diabetes.
I'm numb at the moment, but contemplating what it means. Daisy and Monty were a part of our married life so long it's difficult to remember life without them.
Pets occupy a special place. They are just there, filling a piece of our worlds.
I'll miss Mon and Dee forever.