10/16/2024
I knew this day would come eventually but I had no idea it would be this soon. I thought we had more time. Bloodwork and everything came back pretty normal, but Roscoe had been steadily losing weight over the past year. I thought we could reverse it once we figured out what was wrong. But at 18 his little body got tired.
Roscoe has been my best friend and little angel on earth for the past 9 years we have been together. 9 years wasn’t enough. I wish I got to spend the whole 18 with him. Everyone who knew him loved him and his rough tongue face kisses he loved to give. He was a wise, kind, gentle old man stuck in a cat’s body. He was my soulmate. He’s been through every tough thing and change in my life with me. Career crises, my divorce, moving to Italy and back, and everything in between. I was his person and he was my boy.
It still doesn’t feel real that I won’t have him lay on my chest or meow for running water even though he had a perfectly good fountain to drink from. I want to hug him and kiss his cheek and get a kiss on my forehead back. The one thing that gives me some solace is that every time he laid on me, especially in the past few years, I would look him in the eyes and tell him that he is the best thing that ever happened to me and that I would love him always and forever. I never knew when the last time would be so I’m glad I have those memories. I held him last night and cuddled him as he took his last breaths. It was hard to make the decision to say goodbye but I promised him I would never let him suffer or be in pain. Life will never be the same without him.
Hold your fur babies extra tight for Roscoe today 💔