This is sad, so if it’s not your morning to be sad, don’t read this.
Our beautiful boy Gilligan was put to sleep on Saturday. Over the course of two weeks, his upper respiratory condition became pneumonia probably due to lung cancer. The decision was not made lightly nor has it made the past days easier.
Many of you remember him as “the Great White Cat”. I’ll always remember the first time I saw him, trying to squeeze his size 15 body into a size 6 shoebox. He was cantakerous to the point of misanthrope, but he loved us as we loved him; larger than life. It will be many weeks before we stop listening for the creak of the floor as he moved from room to room. The emptiness of the spaces where his litterbox and his food will be vast and haunting. And his stare on the mornings where I got up later than usual to feed him will be missed.
The house was darker this morning. Physically, I know it’s because the sun was not out, but I also believe that inside another light was just missing. We love you kitty-cat and we hope that you can forgive us for doing what we thought was right..
Gilligan “Kitty” “Rufus”