Sunday, June 22, 2008
My mother has a dear friend whose daughter got married. The daughter's name was Marie. Marie got married to an FBI agent and part of his job entailed for them to move a lot and live in corporate housing. Basically this meant NO PETS. So my mom kind of inherited Marie's two cats...
The two cats a Siamese, Katie, and Russian Blue, Bear, instant became members of our family and integrated into our existing pets' lives very well.
Over the years, Bear was starting to lose his eyesight, but his ears were so keen you would never know it.
On Sunday, my mother was washing her face and when she came out she was going to let the other pets outside. However, she noticed Bear perched under the grand piano as he normally presides and she called him to come to her so she could let Bear and the other pets outside. The other cat kept meowing and acting as if she wanted to go outside.
When my mom opened the front double doors of the house she found Bear's lifeless body laying down near the door on the OUTSIDE of the house. He had died recently since he was still warm, but no heartbeat. It was strange that he had died outside of the house even though she had seen him inside clear as day under the piano stool moments earlier. It was almost as if he was saying goodbye to her via his spirit even after his death on the outside of the front door.
This past Sunday, June 22, 2008 Bear passed away. He was 17 years old and lived a very long and pampered life. He brought nothing but happiness, joy, and love to our family and we will miss him tremendously.
I am thankful and grateful that Bear died on my mom's property and not anywhere else where we would have been left wondering if he was hit by a car or not knowing why he went missing. Even in death he came back to us to say his final goodbye.