Monday, February 13, 2006 And Then There Were Six

On this day...

We found him lying on his side, out in the open, as though death had gripped him suddenly. A heart attack? Stroke? Old age? A sad heart?

When they die, they usually find a place where they can rest in the solitude that only the darkness can offer.

Had he fallen from the rafters? Not a possibility. He was not a climber.

It is easy to feel apathetic towards his death. He wasn't easy to get along with. He was mean.

But you slowly feel sadness when you realize that you knew him. You knew about his sad, troubled, and empty life. The life that you could only guess about, the life that made him lose his mind and that left a large scar on his neck...   Kat and Vera had rescued him from a shelter knowing that no one else would have wanted an obese, ten year old, temperamental, sad, and mentally unstable feline of large proportions; one with a past that destroyed him forever. But, even they abandoned him.

We took him in and tried, to no avail, to help him. We gave him antidepressants, good food, shelter; we gave him friends.
Now, we don't have to try anymore...and neither does he.

Marlon Brando-found dead on 2/13/06 @ around 12:30pm.
His troubling secrets died with him. 

2:16 PM