We've had many cats and a few dogs - most seem to have long lives and become sooks as time goes by.
First the was Sue's cat Ella that adopted me when I first moved in with Sue. I said if a man settles down, then a man needs a dog so I brought Che', a Shepherd/Labrador cross home with me. Both had long lives.
Then there was our beagle Mac. He passed away at Sue's feet at a ripe old age in his teens.
Then there was Murphy, our adorable wolfhound - big dogs have short lives and he survived to almost nine. While we had Murphy, Sue needed a cat and so Rosie came along, just a plain old, garden variety Moggy.
Rosie wasn't like the orientals that Sue had previously had - she didn't have much of a personality or a connection with us as a kitten. A bit of a reject really.
So Sue went out and bought a blue Burmese, which she named Gem.
One night, Rosie didn't come home - she was missing for days and we thought that we'd lost her forever until we heard this meek meow coming from the front door.
She'd been hit by a car and found a resting spot somewhere for almost a week. We took her to the Vet and our suspicions were confirmed. Anyway after we nursed her back to health, she started to warm to us and started sitting on our lap and sleeping at the end of the bed. She even started to tolerate Gem and occasionally would accept the occasional grooming that Gem would offer.
Rosie started to become a glutton with her food in recent times and as much as she ate, she started losing weight. She seemed fine before we went on our trip to France but on our return, she'd lost further weight and was frail.
We discovered that she had a hyper thyroid and that was the reason for her appetite.
There wasn't much the Vet could do other than prolong her life a matter of weeks and she was very uncomfortable - so we made the very sad decision to put her to sleep last week.
She had a good life into her mid-teens.
One of my favorite songs by the Kinks is "Rosie won't you please come home".
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