As some of you have read about Minerva through various posts, I thought you should know that Minerva passed away yesterday after a massive stroke. She hadn't been well (my mom suspected that she had feline urinary tract disease), but none of us had been expecting this. She was only five years old, so she was much too young to go. However, she had lost the use of her back legs and partial use of her front ones, so the vet had no choice but to put her to sleep. My mom says that she was made comfortable and had some cuddle time, so I'm sure Minerva wasn't experiencing pain or fear when she passed away. I know my mom is very upset, which is only natural. Minerva was her baby.
Last week, I actually stayed with my parents for a few days because my bathroom was being renovated. At the time, the reno seemed like a hassle, but now I know it was a blessing because I was able to spend some quality time with Minerva. All the same, next time I visit, it's going to be a bit of a shock not to have her rushing to the closet because she wants a game or following me down the stairs to help me do my laundry. Fortunately, Barnaby had also been demanding games and showing up in the laundry room, so that tradition won't be lost. What Barnaby might not do is appear when my mom is putting on her make-up. Recently, Minerva had taken to sitting on the bathroom counter when my mom was applying make-up, so my Mom would dab a bit of pressed powder on her cheeks as well. Yeah, Barnaby might not go for that. I'm hoping he'll at least attack the Christmas tree and mantel and possibly invade my mom's Dickens Village because I'm sure the Holidays won't be quite the same without some feline chaos.
Although Minerva's time was short, I think she had a good, rich life. She was a very special cat who meant a lot to my family. She will definitely be missed, but not forgotten.