Some background: Elvis came home to us not long after I lost my childhood cat, Twix. Twix was 16 years old and had been living with chronic renal failure for a year. I had/have a lot of unresolved guilt over his passing because it was violent and sudden. Twix was such a sweetheart, always was. I didn’t have the time or courage to give him the passing he deserved. That was in June of 2007.
We adopted Bella from my best friend’s mom who could no longer keep her in July, and I believe I took Vesuvius in for a routine visit in August when my vet said, “I have someone to show you.” She took me in the back room where they had a horde of kittens at the time, dug through a box like she was trying to find a toy, and produced this amazing orange kitten and shoved him in my arms. “This is Elvis. Don’t you love him?” We looked each other in the eyes, and he started purring, and it was over. I didn’t want a cat right then, I’m pretty sure I said “but, but, but” as she lead me back. My heart had other plans.
Much like Twix, Elvis was a lover. Much like Twix, he had a host of medical issues starting fairly young. He was always anxious, had issues with anxiety and overgrooming starting as at around two years old. Two years ago he had to have a PU surgery. Last year he was diagnosed with the thankfully benign vestibular syndrome… interestingly enough, another condition far more common in canines. I’m not thinking rationally now, but there’s a pessimist in me saying his body was breaking down slowly, and if there’s anything greater than us in this world, it wanted him back.
The bright side of all this is over the past several months, I have come to realize something important. He was his own cat, no doubt about it, but he was also life’s way of giving me eight more years with my childhood best friend. And I was Elvis’ second chance, because he’d already been given back once before. We made promises to each other. I couldn’t keep the promise that cancer wouldn’t take him. That was out of my hands. But we never gave up on each other, and I was able to give him the end days that I couldn’t manage for Twix.
Starting with the halcyon days of kittenhood…
This is why we call him “Elf”… as you can see, he has big, pointy ears.
There was a little consternation (lol) on first meeting, but they’ve been best friends since then.
I think Bella is going to miss him as much as I do.
With his boy.
I don’t like to put pictures of myself on the internet, but this is one that had all of them so close together.
Some things never change.
His final picture, taken a few weeks ago. He wanted to be made into the bed. He always loved being under the blankets with us.
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