The King Is Dead

Yesterday, Rainy and I took Paco to the vet and had him euthanized.  He went very fast and we took him home and buried him next to his sister.  Looking through pictures later, we realized he's been gone for months already.  Our sweet, shy black cat has been pacing with fixed pupils since at least around the time Isabel died, no longer able to jump up on the table and steal our food with one extended claw or go outside to play with his brothers.  Once again, I am grateful that I had the ability to give him some peace and let his soul loose from his broken mind and body.  But I'm done.  I can't do this again, not for a long time. Everyone else has to at least make it to Florida and some years past that.  In the last 3 years, I have buried my father, the kittens I loved for 16 years, and the boxer who stole my heart.  Enough.  Enough already.

My sweet Paco, enjoying a concrete back scratch in the sun, 2004

Reading the mail

Snuggling with Mama Rainy

The best thing I ever did for Paco was give him his Mama Rainy

Bruce was Paco's favorite dog

These 2 yahoos, stealing my food

Paco "working" in his office that he shared with his Mama Rainy

This was taken right after Rainy and I moved in together.  Paco loved his final home.

Paco, I hope your soul has woken up in The Meadow this morning and that you are with your papa and your grandpa and you are happy and warm and young again.  You took a piece of my heart with you, take good care of it for me.
Love, your grateful mom