Many in my Heart
September 1, 2023
I had mentioned that we lost Brutus on August 21st...he was fading and withering away, so we had to make The Decision. That is, perhaps, the worst decision any pet guardian faces. The time when it is obvious that the animal is no longer happy, but is miserable. It was time to make that difficult decision.
My Chest XRay would be brimming full
This image is one of the last (if not THE last) pic of Augustus and his friend, Brutus. Brutus was the oldest cat I have ever had, narrowly surpassing Cathy's lifespan of 18 years, or just short of 18 years; I do not know when her actual birthdate was. Brutus was May 3, 2005, so I knew his. He was withering away to nothing the last few summer months, and I knew the time was coming.
Augustus is lonely; I can tell. A tabby showed up the other night and Brutus was delighted to have company. The little cat thought otherwise, not knowing what the heck Augustus was.
Brutus is the last cat from my old house, and it's sad going out to the backyard, not hearing his signature meow. Rest in peace, my friend.
