Rufus in healthier days
Today I accompanied my neighbor and her cat, whom I've had the distinct pleasure of cat-sitting for a couple of years, to the vet. 13 years and cancer had taken their toll on this rambunctious guy; We were there to say goodbye. Rufus went purring in his mother's arms and I provided the tissues and a shoulder to cry on. 'Course I was a puddle, too. I only wish I could have done the same for my first cat, Aesop, who died suddenly and painfully while I was 5 minutes out in a cab rushing to his side. In a way, I feel like I got to finally send him off right by helping out Rufus and his grieving human Mom.
R.I.P. Rufus, and my sweet Aesop.
