Goodbye Norman...

On Sunday afternoon it happened again.  

To ease his suffering my mother's cat Norman crossed the Rainbow Bridge, a little more than two week after my beloved Boomhower did as mentioned in an earlier blog.

He was truly on his last legs.  Truthfully he couldn't use his legs.  He was not the vibrant, alive cat you see above but a frail, nearly emaciated cat that was ready to go.  He lived in this house for 20 years, the longest a pet has ever lived with our family going back to before I was born. He outlived every dog and cat in this house save for Mulligan, the one who is left.

I almost feel ashamed at how easy it was to just pick him up and carry him into the hospital and give him to the veterinarian this afternoon.  I guess part of it was the numbness I am still experiencing due to the passing of Boomer.  What I do know is that he is no longer in pain, he is with those who went before he did, and he is happy and warm.  All the things the wonderful "Rainbow Bridge" story assures us happens when animals die.  There is still guilt and second guessing though. That never goes away.

I won't get into that here.  I am just glad I had the pleasure to be part of his life and to have him in mine.  

There's not really much else to say.

Rest In Peace, Norman

1993-2003.