For the record, Penwiper is our only cat ever who trusted humans enough to be cradled on his back like a human baby and be petted there.
PW even can have his white tummy rubbed a bit, unlike say the Detweiler's now long departed Radar, who invited you to rub his tummy in order to set up his Venus Flytrap-like feline pounce. (He was FAST, too!)
I was paying other bills online, so I browsed over to the King County Pet Licensing site, and I closed out the records for Billy & Whitey.
Farewell, old friends.
We've put up raw albums of all our departed overlords:
All of these items were never used. (Billy was actually put down
before the burettes ordered for him arrived.)
The gift of Billy & Whitey, our first rescue cats, to those still waiting.
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| Whitey Asleep in My Office a few Days Ago |
A few days ago, I wrote I didn't know how Whitey was taking the passing of Billy, his littermate and life long housemate. We wonder if he was saddened by his brother's passing, for Whitey's own time comforting us was cut short today.
I rose at 7 AM this morning, a few minutes early, raked the litter box, and was feeding the younger cats by 7:35. They both finished their meals in one sitting; Oscar did not get the whim as he often does these days to finish upstairs in private. Katherine came down to feed Whitey, and we agreed to take showers and go get bagels before the heat of the day (with a projected high of 96ยบ). I headed up to take my shower while Katherine finished in the kitchen, including unpacking wet food ordered for the Catzillas.
We never made it to bagels. Katherine came in the bathroom as I was drying off, and said, "We need to take Whitey to the vet. He had a seizure."
She thought he was still breathing. I told her to get dressed, and I did the same.
When we got downstairs, he was still unconscious on the living floor. Katherine called an emergency vet, who referred her to two more. I looked up the number for Emerald City Emergency Clinic (where we had taken Billy in June) and called them. We decided to go there, and Katherine poured Whitey into a carrier. We agreed on the way in that he might not make it.
With Conv-19 restrictions, they came out to the car to take him in his carrier into the building. As soon they started to check him, they called us, and gave us the news.
With great sadness we announce that Whitey, age 16 and a half, was pronounced deceased today at ~ 9:00 AM at Emerald City Emergency Clinic in Seattle. He was predeceased by his brother Billy by four days, and is survived by his foster nephews Oscar and Penwiper.
Because of this, I'll reload the site this weekend (it will grow ~ 25%). I'll also reload http://penwiper.kew.com/ as well, as it has the same problem.
But my point (for now) is not kitten pictures; it's that looking through the archives reminded me of what Billy had lost over the years. Much of it he lost long ago enough that I'd forgotten he had it.
He used to hang out on (or least visit) ...
All of that petered out so long enough ago that I had forgotten the breath of his abilities.
So yes, our Senior Prince is due for his rest.
Rest In Peace, Your Highness.
