Today was Mr. Moses last day on this Earth. He was just two months shy of being 17 years old, the oldest cat I've ever had. Mr. Moses was a tiny ball of grey fur at Snowline Hospice, waiting to be picked up by someone who didn't arrive. I held the fluffy gray ball of fur, I touched him therefore he was mine.

Mr. Moses was shy but mellow, when he wanted pets, he came to get them. His bond with the later arriving Chairman Mao was one sided. Chairman Mao was Mr. Moses shadow, he tolerated the Chairman. Mr. Moses was quiet, a little bundle of gray fur, who often left that gray fur mark everywhere he slept. My other regret is not bonding better with him, though he was affectionate when it was on his terms.

He had the symptoms of a stroke, which is rare, but similar to Feline Vestibular Disease. He was howling, and rolling around. Luckily I was there when it happened and he was take to the veterinarian only minutes away. He was sedated and the panting and spasms stopped right away. Based on his age and weight loss, I knew today would be another one way trip. That special decision is always difficult and today's was no different.

There will always be a special spot in my heart for my little man, may his lifetime remain in my memory forever. Godspeed my friend. Your time on this earth was short, but you can be sure that your memory will be with me forever. The animals who we love are part of our lives and their passing causes us true pain and loss. I'll grieve for you, I know you'll sleep well forever, you are at peace.