Last week, on Sunday 5th October, my beautiful little cat Neko passed away. He was a fantastic companion, always there when I needed the company (and pretty much with me all the rest of the time as well).
Neko was a gift from my parents to help me cope with some difficult stuff that was happening at the time. Needless to say, he went above and beyond when it came to helping me, with his dopey, loving nature and his habit of staying close to me. Home just doesn't seem the same without him here.
He was born in the Spring/Summer of 2007 and came into my life in November that same year. I remember the day that we went to pick him up so well. I was really struggling to decide whether to choose him or his brother, and in the end Neko walked into the carry case by himself. We laughed and I said that decided it, he was the one for me. I'm so glad to have had him in my life, I absolutely adored him and he returned the love.
Right near the end of August this year, we had an awful shock when we found Neko gasping for air in the front garden. He was rushed to the vets and we had a several hour long wait to find out whether he would survive or not. It turned out he'd had heart failure, and the vet said had we been just five minutes later there would have been nothing they could have done to help him. Fluids had been filling up in his lungs and he was basically drowning on them. It was so out of the blue, and when I look back I still can't think of any indicators that it was going to happen. Neko recovered very well, although we were warned that he would not be likely to live more than another two years at the most. I asked straight out whether it was unkind to let him continue and was assured that he would be comfortable, just to be aware that after the first heart failure there was a high risk of another unpredictable attack. I really hoped for the best, but then last week on Sunday morning he came to me and collapsed, crying and gasping for air. This time he'd had an embolism, and there was no other choice but to let him be put to sleep. It had already paralysed the back half of his body.
I'm not really one for writing about life on here, but I know a lot of my Watchers are animal lovers so I wanted to share a little about Neko and how much I loved him. To be honest I've been very spaced out all week and the whole thing still feels surreal. Just have to wait for time to do its thing and help with the healing I guess... At the moment it still hurts every morning when I open my bedroom door and he's not sitting there waiting for me. And everything makes me think of him.
The only positive thing about the situation is that I could be there for him when it happened, he didn't suffer for long and he didn't die alone.
I apologise for my lack of new art. My motivation was already slipping and to be honest now it's pretty much gone out the window completely.
For now I'll just share my previously uploaded work of my very loved, very missed cat.
All the best,