Yesterday suddenly and unexpectedly we lost our sweet cat Yossie to a presumed heart attack. She was twelve.
Yossie entered our lives as a rescue cat and she was apparently found by a dumpster. She was tiny and cute and immediately filled our home with her energy.
I bonded with her quickly and she became ‘my’ cat. She was as interested in and comfortable with me as I was her.
She seemed to change overnight from a sleek kitten to a giant cat but she never lost her looks. Everyone that met her commented on how pretty she was, and how expressive her face. I think this was partially because of her ‘mascara’ – the white fur that surrounded her eyes.
Yossie’s been all over this blog her entire life. Most any activity I did she involved herself in, and there’s endless photos of her playing with legos or assisting me with model kits or just resting in my lap while I played games. If I was interested in something, so was she.
She had her own routines as well. Here you see her propping herself up on the wall to wash her belly. She also had a daily ‘follow the sun’ routine where she’d move around the house with the sun shining through the windows. She loved her toys, her treats, and her naps.
Yossie was always gentle and sweet. Never angry, never sad. Always forgiving. Always loving. I’ll never forget her face, and her meows, and how she brightened up my life.
Yossie died in her sleep, curled up on the couch where I usually sit. She looked peaceful, and beautiful. We’re very sad now, because the hole she leaves will not easily fill, but at the same time I know Yossie had a wonderful life and was loved absolutely.
She would often dream while she slept, twitching and quietly meowing. I hope her last dream was a happy one, in which she was having fun with her toys and eating treats and with me – her ‘dad’ – happily by her side 🙁
