In Loving Memory: Mr. B, 1995-2007
We've had a very sad and difficult morning. Our wonderful and loving cat, Mr. B, was diagnosed with severe kidney failure and had to be put to sleep. We've had Mr. B since Tim had just turned 4 years old...over 10 years...and I can't imagine our family without him. He was there through all our big family events, celebrations, sadnesses and joys. From the very beginning, he was a shy and very frightened cat. His past family had abandoned him outside and he was thin, malnourished and alone. When we took him in, it took a very long time for him to warm up to us and even hold him. It's been a wonder the past few years to see him really and truly become a friendly and sociable cat. He especially loved our friends, Scott (who was HIGHLY allergic to him), Matt, Jackie, GiGi, Heather and Ericka...those who always gave him a good petting and love when they visited.
It's been even harder losing Mr. B because we lost poor, sweet Little Miss Tubbsie (our angora bunny) at the beginning of the year. Going to the vet today was almost an exact replay of the last time and I had a really hard time holding it together. Ian's always got to be the strong one and I am so grateful for that. He had to go and pick Tim up at school and take him over to the vet....Mr. B was more Tim's cat than anyone else's....and I knew he wouldn't want to come home and find him gone without being able to say goodbye.
Mr. B was a quiet, loving and soothing cat to have as part of our family and I will miss him so, so much. The house feels so empty without him and just "not-quite-right". Seeing Tim break down and deeply cry was almost unbearable for me and hugging him was all I could do to keep us sane. I haven't even told Ben yet.
We've got a lock of his fur and we took him home so that we can bury him in our backyard. I feel a bit angry at the universe that this is the second pet we've lost this year and that our backyard is becoming a pet cemetary. After a whole childhood of not having a pet and losing two in the span of 9 months is very, very hard.
Please send loving thoughts towards Mr. B and his passing on to a better, painfree life with chicken aplenty, catnip socks 24 hours a day and caring arms to hold him when he's lonely. We love you, Mr. B and we'll miss you more than you'll know.