I wrote you a long comment but it disappeared, sigh. Let me see if I can remember what I said… I am just so moved by what you wrote. It can be hard for others to understand the bond we have with animals, especially, in your case and mine, with kitties. They all deserve the kind of life Mosi got with you. My eldest is Wabi, age 18, and she curls up under my chin every night. She is deaf but remarkably healthy—no longer grooms herself though. The idea of leaving her for even a weekend is gut wrenching. I don’t know how I will cope when she is gone—especially since I am already quite lonely in my life here, with very few people who understand how I approach life. But anyway, thank you for writing this beautiful remembrance of Mosi.
Trying to type this through tears...I love your beautiful and bittersweet Mosi stories,they always touch my heart.Your painted rocks are the coolest! I've lost quite a few cats and kittens;always breaks me open each time...the worst was losing my soulcat O.G. in 2010,he was truly the love of my life:I've never gotten over losing him.He was with me for 28 beautiful years...thank you so much for sharing your cat stories...💜🐾🐈⬛
Oh, Sandra, thank you so much for this - your comment made me emotional too. My heart is broken. It’s been a year with her and two with Maya and it’s still so hard.
I am sorry about your losses. 🫂 28, wow, that’s amazing. I used to joke with Mosi that we were going to beat Flossie, a really old kitty in the UK I saw an article about, but with diabetes and everything else, that wasn’t in the cards.
My cat Mac (who came with my husband, though he was never his cat) left us last fall at 19. He was a best cat, and I miss him.
I am sorry 🫂
I wrote you a long comment but it disappeared, sigh. Let me see if I can remember what I said… I am just so moved by what you wrote. It can be hard for others to understand the bond we have with animals, especially, in your case and mine, with kitties. They all deserve the kind of life Mosi got with you. My eldest is Wabi, age 18, and she curls up under my chin every night. She is deaf but remarkably healthy—no longer grooms herself though. The idea of leaving her for even a weekend is gut wrenching. I don’t know how I will cope when she is gone—especially since I am already quite lonely in my life here, with very few people who understand how I approach life. But anyway, thank you for writing this beautiful remembrance of Mosi.
Thank you very much, Martha. It means a lot. They have our whole heart, don’t they. 🫂 Wabi is so precious.
Love a wonderful story about beloved smart, talented, brave and curious Mosi!
This story is filled with warmth,comfort,soulful memories, beautiful pictures and photos and great love. I read with smile and tears at the same time.
Unfortunately our fluffy babies can’t be with us forever.
We miss them very much!
But they are always with us in photos, stories,our dreams and memories.
"Death takes so much,but it can't take our memories or our love"...so true...
Trying to type this through tears...I love your beautiful and bittersweet Mosi stories,they always touch my heart.Your painted rocks are the coolest! I've lost quite a few cats and kittens;always breaks me open each time...the worst was losing my soulcat O.G. in 2010,he was truly the love of my life:I've never gotten over losing him.He was with me for 28 beautiful years...thank you so much for sharing your cat stories...💜🐾🐈⬛
Oh, Sandra, thank you so much for this - your comment made me emotional too. My heart is broken. It’s been a year with her and two with Maya and it’s still so hard.
I am sorry about your losses. 🫂 28, wow, that’s amazing. I used to joke with Mosi that we were going to beat Flossie, a really old kitty in the UK I saw an article about, but with diabetes and everything else, that wasn’t in the cards.