Friday, January 22, 2021

A Sad Farewell

Long time readers will recall my (few) posts about Sugar, my first cat.   Today, Zola, Sugar's successor, died at the age of almost 9 years, of hypertrophic cardiomyopathy.  My first post about him after we adopted him can be found here.  I'm not feeling like talking more about his passing just now.  If you wish, you can find more about that at my Instagram account, here

Zola, at about 5 years old.


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    1. Thank you, Stella. We have already started looking for another cat, because Zola's death made me remember how short all cats' lives are, and how good it is to make at least one cat as happy as possible. There's a nearby cat rescue operation we visited this week, and at least one of those cats might be a possible successor to my orange boy. Stay tuned.

    2. They're never with us for long enough, but they make us happy and we give them a good life while they're here, and that's what matters. When you do get a new addition to the family, please do post photos.

    3. You're right about that; they make us a lot happier while they're here.

      And I had gotten spoiled; Sugar was with me nearly 20 years; she was 21 when she died. While I didn't expect Zola to live that long, I thought it wasn't unreasonable for him to make it to 15 years. But it was not to be.

      We go back to the rescue place tomorrow, for a second visit (and because it's fun!). The owner has a general rule that would-be adopters visit three times before taking a cat home.

      P.S. Yes, I will post photos. The leading candidate is a 4-month old brown tabby tom named Empire (after the apple variety, not after the form of government).