Becky gave me a call today at work to let me know that one of our cats, Mocha, was behaving very oddly and had himself\u00a0‘stuck’ in a corner, crying, panting, and not terribly responsive to any interactions. Fortunately, I had already addressed the most important things to accomplish at work, so I was able to come home early.\u00a0By the time I arrived, he was clearly not going to rebound so we said our goodbye’s and waited for the inevitable.<\/p>\n
He was our first ‘child’ with us adopting him the Summer of ’94 shortly after we got married. He was a member of the family even before there was a family. Both kids grew up with him and we all have fond memories of his endearing style of aloofness. A few years ago, we joked that due to the relative ages, all four of our pets then might die somewhat close together. With our dog, Casey, dying\u00a0last year<\/a> on Brian’s birthday, it’s not so funny.<\/p>\n So now, we’re down to two. The big dog is healing and bounding around more than I would be if I had\u00a0stitches in my butt<\/a> just a few days ago. The other cat, Bella, is probably happy that there’s less competition.<\/p>\n Thanks, Mocha, for the memories. I’m glad he was able to enjoy one last Christmas (he always loved the tree).<\/p>\n\n\t\t