We bought Taz for my sister Alex when he was just a kitten. Now that I think about it, I realize that he was my sister’s first cat. He would curl up with you for as long as you were willing to lie down, and he’d always head-butt a person in an affectionate way. He had an amazing personality, and it was always the cutest thing when he would curl up with our other male cat, Bailey. Years later we moved up to Washington, and were living there for several years before it happened.
One night Taz was acting oddly. He was huddling underneath the coffee table and jumping into our laps without us calling for him, and he didn’t want us to put him down. We took him to the vet and found out that he was extremely anemic. He had deteriorated overnight. He would yowl in distress at times. We took several more trips to the vet, and we found out that he had acute myeloid leukemia. Knowing that we would have to put him to sleep was heartbreaking, but it was better for him to have his dignity with him when he went. We had him put to sleep at home, and buried him at the base of a tall pine tree in our yard along with a sheepskin, a wool blanket, some lavender, a rose, and a toy mouse.
Losing Taz was like losing a good friend, and saying goodbye was one of the more difficult things I’ve had to do. I will always love him, and I hope now that his spirit is safe.
With undying love,
| Taz |
| Jennifer |