Blu Joined Beep in Pea Heaven Last Night

Our beloved Blu was not doing very well yesterday when my daughter got home from work.  

He had a blank stare and was lethargic.  

She gave him some antibiotics, a warm blanket and some snuggles and hoped for the best 

but it was not to be.  

We suspect he may have hit his head rather than being ill as it was so sudden.

Blu sustained an ankle injury when he was young and had to have surgery.  

He used to hop along on the one good foot but he never regained full use of that foot.  

He fathered LOTS of pea babies!  

Many of them this year so my daughter has some consolation 

in that she can keep one or more of his kids to carry on. 

 He was just 7 years old.  

When said daughter was living at our house she actually hatched out a few peafowl.  

Blu and Osiris hatched nearly the same time.  

Osiris preceeded him into pea Heaven.  

They hatched in her bedroom in a little styrofoam incubator, along with Jocelyn, the turkey.  

She still has that turkey and she is actually the bird that hatched the last batch of eggs from Blu's pen!

Please keep our family in your thoughts and prayers.  

It has been a tough year losing our beloved Autumn cat, Beep and now Blu.

RIP Blu, I will always have a very soft spot in my heart for you!

One of my favorite photos of Blu.

~XOP~

Mosen The Cat

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.

~XOP~