Stewie....

So Stewie was one of the cats we found in our yard one night along with his brother. Both of them were kittens and came walking out of the woods across the street from out house. They were both so tiny at the time and you can tell they needed to be taken care of. The day after we found them we brought them in and Kim took them to the vets. We had to keep them separated from the other animals for a couple of weeks while they got all healed up and to make sure they couldn’t infect any of the other pets at the time. Once we were able to let them roam free they were both great cats. Stewie was our talker. Whenever you would say his name he would instantly meow back. It never failed and he did it right up until the end. Stewie was diagnosed with cancer a little more than a month ago. He wasn’t eating much and we knew something was wrong as he was always the bigger of the two cats. When the Dr. said that he had cancer I was devastated. We went through this with Vito and it never ends up good. Stewie would put up a great fight though. One day he just wouldn’t be himself then the next it seemed like maybe he was doing a little better. This continued for the next month. Kim and I slept in the living room on the pull-out couch just so we could keep an eye on him as he was sleeping mostly in the rocking chair which I would pull right up next to me. He wanted to be by me 24/7. I would sit in the chair and he would just sleep on me and it was something I will never forget. During the past year of working from home due to Covid, both Stewie and Brian hung out with me upstairs while I worked during the day. I loved both of my co-workers as one of them was always with me. Stewie lost so much weight at the end, he didn’t even look like himself. He was always such a big, furry cat that when he got sick, you could just see it. Losing him was really difficult. Even when we had finally decided it was his time, I didn’t want to see him go. Holding him all the way to the vets that night just hurt so bad, but he sat with me and just meowed a few times. We had him wrapped in a blanket as we didn’t want to put him in a carrier and I’m so glad we did that. I miss Stewie more than he could ever imagine. Waking up and hearing his meow asking for a treat every morning was music to my ears. Stewie was 14 years old when he passed and I wish we would of had more time together. The time we did have was amazing and wonderful. Kim always said that when I was at work she never saw either of the cats and once I walked in the door it seemed like the whole house would wake up and the cats would come running. I’m so glad that while I worked from home this past year I took a few moments out to take a bunch of pictures of both Stewie and Brian. I’m so glad I have all of those memories and Stewie, you will never be forgotten.