My beloved cat Bennett died last night at home. He was 13 years old and had been in declining health for weeks but I still had hopes that he would improve. He was the sweetest cat, he did not have a mean bone in his body. He was completely deaf since birth and he had an extremely loud meow. He loved to howl in the middle of the night for no reason. Imagine me, home alone with a newborn yelling at him in a loud whisper "For the love of all that is holy, shut the f**k up, you're gonna wake the baby!" (Then I would laugh at myself because he couldn't hear me). He was so happy when I was pregnant and on bed rest, he would sleep next to me or on me the entire time. All cats sleep a lot but he was what I would describe as a "master sleeper" since he didn't hear anything, he could sleep through anything. I got him and his brother Ed when they were six weeks old (
Ed died in 2011).
It's weird, after 13 years, we now have no animals in the house. We will probably get a dog in the future but definitely no more cats because so many of our family members are allergic.
He was amazingly tolerant
Hmmm, I don't know about this tiny human
Sleeping buddies
Always there to share in the love
Looking regal
I'm laying on the kitchen counter, so what?
Snuggling while on bedrest
Helping me on the computer
Laying on my pregnant belly & feeling the baby move
During the last weeks of his life
We love you kitty