Codo, My Son

Codo was a special cat given to me at a trying time. He had the personality of five cats. From that first night on we were inseperable. I hated my job, I despised the people I worked for, I was so depressed most of the time my friends came around less and less. This was the early days of the downturn of the job market and I couldn’t find a different job. Codo made that all easier.First thing in the morning when he sensed I was awake he would come into the bedroom and settle himself on my chest and just stare at me and purr. That’s how every day started. When I came home from work he would be waiting at the door, purring, waiting to be picked up.He was spunky and playful. If you did something to annoy him he would follow you around the house swatting at the back of your legs to make sure you knew who was king of the castle.He would chase his tail and occasionally even catch it. And even more rarely forget it was attached and sink a claw into it and get a surprise.He was the closest thing I had, may ever have, to a child and I loved him dearly. In the beginning of this year he started showing some strange health problems. He would occasionally just sit like he couldn’t make his rear legs move. He was checked out and nothing was found until August when he developed extreme trouble breathing, lack of energy, and no appitite. He was diagnosed with feline HCM and given between 1 and 12 months to live. I was devistated. I had dreamed of having him for years and years and he was only three. How could this happen. I resolved myself to do whatever it took to keep him healthy and happy. I got up early every morning, stayed up late every night, made sure I was home late afternoon to give him the medication he needed. I vowed that as long as he could be happy and be a cat I would keep it up.This morning he was his normal spunky leg swatting at self until another dreaded blood clot happened. This time the odds wern’t with him and it didn’t pass like the others had.He passed on this morning in front of his favorite window, with me by his side, stroking his fur. I hope that made the going easier for him. I hope he knows how much I loved him, that without him I wouldn’t have made it past the trying times of a few years ago.Please don’t worry about me buddy, I’ll keep going. I hope you are in a better place now where you don’t need pills all the time and your heart is as strong as your personality and my love for you. Farewell. I will never forget you.CodoMy SonJuly 20 2001 – November 7 2004