Let me tell you about Mosen. My big, handsome black and white boy.
He came to us with his sibs, Autumn and Aiden.
He got his name from a James Harriet book called Moses the kitten.
When my oldest daughter was little she would ask us to read her the story of "Mosen"
(Moses and kitten combined).
In the book, Moses was a black and white kitten, so when we brought him home,
I immediately knew what his name should be.
He has been a great friend to me and even more so since Jack passed away almost three years ago.
He is able to say "mama" and frequently demands my attention by calling for me.
He climbs onto me every night for a snuggle and then sleeps next to me every night.
He is 14 years old now and showing signs of his age.
I tried to ignore it for as long as I could. I know what this means and
I don't want to have to make that decision.
It's too hard. I'm not ready, but this morning I realized he is ready.
He could not figure out how to drink out of his glass.
He was not interested in his favorite food.
He cried when I picked him up.
I may not be ready and wish with all my heart it was not true,
but I don't have the heart to hold on to him just so he doesn't have to go.
I will call today and make that appointment.
The one none of us ever wants to make. We will spend one last night together, being friends.
We will comfort each other as we both understand this will be our last night together.
Tomorrow, he will go to the rainbow bridge where I know he will be waiting for me
when it is my time to cross over.
I love you Mosey Man! Tell Jack I miss him too.