Sad, sad day. KC, one of the two original DomeCats, passed away today from lung cancer. When nurturing rescued cats from the street, we know we will lose more than the average person by sheer percentages. Doesn’t make it any easier.
Sometimes people ask me how we stand the sadness when we lose one of our babies. Sometimes they say, “Well, you have the others.” Yes, it’s hard. There’s no way to make it easier, and just because we experience sadness more frequently than others doesn’t mean we’re used to it. We’re sad. We’re teary, friends called and comforted us with their loving thoughts. We lit a candle and we shared KC stories.
Harold remembered “Racey KC,” when KC was young and used to take off at top speed, running through the house, up and down the stairs, until he wore himself out and sat there, staring at us, panting. Then there was “football KC” who would talk his adopted brother Smudge into something naughty and then sit beside Smudge, smiling at us and purring and pointing to Smudge, saying, “It’s his fault; he’s the brainiac, I”m just a jock.”