I just got notice that Casey, the First Cat of our friends Court and Jen, just passed away this morning. Casey was a wonderful cat, and he lived a long life (I think he was 20) surrounded by his devoted and loving humans. He loved to bring presents from the bedroom down to the living room, and he would talk about them all the way down the stairs so you would be prepared for the wonderful treasure he was going to show you. He was also a wonderful ambassador of snuggles and skritchies, and very gracious in permitting everyone to show him adoration.
His passing was quiet and dignified, just like him. He was snuggled in bed, sleeping with his best friend, Court, and slipped away early this morning. I am so glad that he was at home instead of at the vet's! I'm sure he had a wonderful vet, but I also know that the office can be a strange and frightening place; dieing in your own bed, slipping away gently and among friends is surely a better way to leave.
I very much wanted to go down to Metairie before he passed to offer him my own love and snuggles, but he has now gone across the Rainbow Bridge and is with my own darling Romeo, awaiting the arrival of their humans. I'll have to wait until I, too, am called Home to give him his skritchies.
God bless, Casey. We'll miss you dearly!
