Percy: June 10, 1996-Sept. 3, 2012

Faithful companion, cuddly bedmate, windowsill lounger. Thunderous purrer, back-door-escapee, Fatty McFatpants. Comforter of heartbreak, lover of ham, patient passenger of airplane and automobile trips, resident of 13 addresses. Arizonan, Californian, South Carolinian, Torontonian. Kitten in a basket; octogenarian in a sunbeam. Alert, gentle little witness to every day of my life since I was 21. My oldest friend and most successful relationship. He died in my arms.

Percy, King of Cats, is dead. Long live Percy.

11 thoughts on “Percy: June 10, 1996-Sept. 3, 2012

  1. I’m so sorry for your loss. I’ve been through the loss of too many horses, dogs, cats, and goats and I know how painful it is. My heart goes out to you.

  2. Oh, no! This made me cry. I’m so sorry for your loss. My feline boyfriend is 10 this year. Even when he’s being a dick, I love every day with him.

    No one else is allowed to die this year. I mean it! *shakes fist*

  3. Oh, Percy…. what a beautiful boy. I send my condolences… how lucky he was to have had someone to love him so well!

  4. Aaaaw, Percy!

    He looks almost exactly like Ben, one of my two younger cats. He has that same gray stripe pattern suffused with brown, those same big ears, the same shiny, oily coat. (Another of my cats, Magic, the old one, likes ham too. I tear off little bite-size pieces of it, with no rind, for her to gobble out of my hand.)

    (I’m amazed you could take him on an airplane — that is one mellow cat!)

    It’s good that he died in your arms, rather than alone.

  5. Condolences to you phonaesthetica because I too know the pain when a much loved companion dies. We never ‘get over it’ we just eventually learn to accept it. I’m so glad Percy had such a loving life and he gave you companionship just as you gave him security and love.

    I’m glad Percy died with you by his side and even though this must have been very distressing for you, it was a ‘natural end’ to a long and eventful life for Percy.

    Rest in peace Percy

  6. :((

    “My oldest friend and most successful relationship. ”
    What a good life he must have had 🙂

    I had a scare the other week when our gentlest cat didn’t come back for 6 days. I had no idea what I was going to tell my daughter. Thankfully on the sixth day, she turned up, thin, bedraggled and scared. She slept for two days under the table.

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