At 7PM EDT on 13 August 2002, my friend Jack died of heart failure
after a brief illness.
Jack was rescued from the Ottawa Humane Society in June 1996 and
lived with me since. Although we were told he was around three years
old when we got him, he doubled in size over the next year. We think
that he was less than a year old when we got him. He was a friendly,
sociable, smart cat who made friends wherever he went. He enjoyed
his extended family as first Jenn, and then kitten Isa came to live
with us. Even with these friends, he shamelessly played favorites.
I was his sun, the center of his universe; he was my moon, his
constant presence a reassurance that all was well. He followed me
around the house everywhere, and I looked for him and greeted him the
moment I came home.
The doctors tell us he was probably born with a bad heart and that it
was the probable cause of his repeated indigestion in the past. They
told us that even had the proposed surgery went well, he would have
only lasted six months to a year longer. Unfortunately even with the
best of care, he did not make it to surgery. Jenn and I were
fortunate to be in attendance when he died.
I feel lucky to have known him, and priviledged to have been loved by him.
I miss him.