On Friday, May 22nd, 2015, Harry Potter succumbed to the Dark Lord.
He was almost three years old.
His intestines had folded in on themselves due to one of three types of incurable cancer.
The Dark Lord claimed him.
Harry was a love slut.
The most affectionate kitten out of two litters of kittens I fostered the spring my mother was dying, he endangered my writing efforts by his need for endless cuddles.
He was convinced I had it all wrong
that the real use for my fingers
was not for tapping the little black things
that made the clicking noises
but
for
kitty scritchings
for which he had
no
known
saturation point.
He is survived by his littermates Katniss and George Weasley, and lattermates, Mo, Bart, Boddicea, Jojo, Nancy Mew, Hercule Purrot, Brendan 2.0, and Gilda.
Catopia will never be the same without his sweet nature. He was friend to feline and human alike.
His last day was spent in the hands of people, new and old, who loved his affectionate nature. In our final hour together, we were never physically apart.
He died peacefully, high as a kite, attended by Dr. Stiglich, Dr. Peters, and me.
I do not understand why such a sweet spirit came and went so quickly.
He was truly the sweetest, most lovable and engaging kitty I’ve ever met…and that’s saying something because I have several insatiable kitties of my own. Harry truly had no saturation point, and instead of being annoying, he was more adorable for it. I’m so sorry for his absence. I know you miss him. Catopia and the world truly *won’t* be the same. Precious little heart.
Thanks, Roslynn. You knew him. He was a cuddle slut for sure. Life comes at you FAST. Thanks for reading.
It’s always hard to lose a furry friend. Take care.
Thanks. I’m working on it. Hope you are well.
All is good here, although a tad chilly this morning.
Oh, I’m so sorry. There was a reason Harry was placed in your care for his brief time. What a gift he gave you, and you gave to him.
Thanks, Dee, my least favorite part of life is death. Grr, grrr, grrrrr. Harry will be dearly missed.
I don’t understand either, but thanks for fostering and loving that little love slut.
I understand it better now that it is ten days later. Thanks for reading and commenting. I wait for the lion’s return.