Gus did not wake up in the hospital this morning. It wasn’t a shock given how he was withdrawing inward yesterday. It was just time to go.
I got to see his body a last time. He looked more relaxed than even when he was sleeping these days. I hadn’t been sure what that would be like but it did me some good.
Seventeen years is a long time to know someone, but even then you wish it had been longer. As I found with Calpurnia, you don’t always get anywhere near that long.
Gus used to be the one to greet me at the door every day. I wonder if someone will take over for him?
He always wanted to be nearby – not in your face or demanding, but you’d suddenly hear his purr filling the room. As he got older sometimes his snores did that too. And if I said his name even when asleep, he would start to purr.
He even fought through his issues in cat communication with the kittens these last few months. They understood him very well and always treated him with respect due his age but never any fear. I think that made him happy.
This last picture is the epitome of Gus. I was facing the other direction and he sat behind me out of sight. I turned the camera back toward him to take the picture. He never needed to be the center of attention as long as he could be with those he loved.