Today I said goodbye to the love of my life. ..Morpheus Katadin of the Azebus line , pedigree Maine Coon. I have come here because I cannot imagine my life, or our home without him. I need to tell someone what he meant to us.. people who won't say 'he was just a cat'
When we were sad.. he wrapped his enormous paws around our necks and cuddled. When my girls were sad.. he was there. When my daugher sobbed for weeks over her first heartbreak, he refused to leave her side.When my son needed comfort, he was there. He liked to sleep with Zach, paws wrapped around him. In our bed he would sleep, all 22 pounds of huge furry love, his face pressed into mine (husband got the butt end!) and we’d both end up on the edges of the bed while he spread, like a gorgeous furry starfish!
We have had many pets but none like Morph. 22 pounds of pure love; he cared not if we were happy, sad, rich, poor, grumpy, tired.. he pushed his furry face into ours, wrapped his paws around our necks and simply gave love.
Trips to the vets were funny. Too big for a basket , he simply sat on my lap and other customers would gasp and say ‘wow is he a lynx?’ Our vet photographed him, delighted at his size and beauty and gentle placid personality.
He was hilariously greedy.. a real ‘Six Dinner Sid’ and any move towards the kitchen would ensure a hopeful ‘chirp’ behind us. I caught him on the lap of a neighbour who admitted she fed him fresh ham because he was so lovely! She also beat off a cat who was attacking him, with a broom one day :D
He was a total coward, slightly nutty, not very bright, poor eyesight and paddling in his water bowl was a regular annoyance. The only thing he ever ‘caught’ was Charlie’s dummy, and he used to walk around the house with it in his mouth !
I met him at 5 weeks of age.. at the breeders, he climbed into my handbag and that was it. He came to us at 13 weeks old, already huge and that first night he slept in the sick bowl that Charlie ..unwell and heading for hospital, had been using.
12 years of unconditional love. Someone who always loved me, couldn’t wait to plonk his massive body on mine and purr and purr and bunt his face into mine.
As the pain took hold he withdrew. We tried with medication, but despite this he became a shadow of himself, and while selfishly I tried to keep him, in the end he deserved a release from pain, discomfort and bewilderment that filled his last days.
There will be other pets, other cats to fill our home , but no-one will ever replace Morph, king among cats and utterly beloved of ourfamily.
RIP my beloved boy until one day I see you again at the Rainbow Bridge