I posted Marmalade’s last official post on Facebook last night. He passed away Friday night. It was quick and unexpected and he was found on his way to the food bowl and it appeared in no pain. We have never had human children, but our animals are our kids. I wanted to share it here because I am having a hard time with my own words.
I passed away today. I had a great life, with the two bestest dads ever (Jello and Lucky). I ate all I could, I slept on my humans and occasionally would run around. I got healthy, gained weight and lived years longer than I would have before my dads found me.
My bigger dad will hopefully update this with my pictures, he was supposed to do this months ago but was busy. I think he was going to do it now, but I think he is crying at the moment and can’t do it yet. I hope it wasn’t me that caused it.
I worry about the two of them. Right now they don’t have anyone to watch over them, so I will stick around for awhile and do it as much as possible. I think I especially will miss watching over “shower time”.
I had always meant to have dad update this and do more videos, but dad was always too busy working on his other things. That’s ok though, I love both of them anyways.
I will always be here watching over the shower time, dropping off kibble when they hurt, and I hope someday they will let more vigilant kitties in to their house. I am not the first, I won’t be the last, but I won’t ever be forgotten.
I have talked a lot about my cats to people, usually about how big they are. Today I got a picture of the husband holding Marmalade and was able to put it side by side with a pic of the hubby holding Orpheus (our previous cat) about 3 years ago.
It did confirm for me what I thought, Orpheus was as big (if not a little bigger) as a base body. He is fairly skinny in the picture, but he had been sick for months and we had to euthanize him later the day that picture was taken.
Then we have Marmalade. I don’t think he is much less in length (from head to tail) but he definitely isn’t as tall. However, Marmalade makes up for it in many ways, by being much broader in the chest (more like a tiger build), definitely more in the “I am fat and fabulous” way, he has to weight close to half again what Orpheus weighed. The other aspect that you won’t see in pictures, Marmalade is much nicer.
Orpheus loved me, he would let me manhandle him, play with him, carry him inappropriately. He would mostly let the hubby do it as well. However, he would eat anyone else’s face for even looking at him wrong (also, when he would chase the hubby down, Orpheus would knock him down by flying at the back of the hubby’s knees). Whereas Marmalade only wants to lay on you, if he wants something, he will patiently bump his head into you repeatedly or sit a few feet away with his back to you in disapproval.
I just wanted to share that with my friends and family. I do miss Orpheus, he would never have tolerated Marmalade, but he was a pretty great cat. However, Marmalade is such a sweetie, I wouldn’t get rid of him for anything.