The melting snow
is odorless.
-Japanese Haiku
My cat, Prince Cuss, died last night, at 2:37 am on Friday the 13th of April. His spleen ruptured and he bled from his mouth and anus. He was anemic (thin blood). His blood was like water and it only took about an hour after the initial cry for him to pass away. He collapsed into whatever is next, his legs splayed and out of control. He only cried out a total of three times.
He was a ferociously wonderful animal; snuggly, appreciative, intelligent. We got him out of a basement apt. when an old friend/pr -actical cousin went to prison. The tiny creature's tail was already broken in two places and his inner eyelid on the right side, his palpebra tertia, his third eyelid or haw was torn. He and his sister, who we called Gray Dragon, hadn't been fed since Willy had been arrested, about 6 days prior. Both kitties were like wild animals, even after being recuperated. They were saved by a friend of mine who I call Karmadillo, though her name is Melissa Cardillo. After living with Tom and I for a couple years the Little Gray disappeared a couple weeks after we moved to the country/suburbs in Georgia. I think she was carried off my a hawk or a large raven. She was very small, although quite puffy and fierce. So, actually, I'm not sure what happened to her. I hope she's in one of the nearby horse farm barns, fat and sassy and mousing fabulously.
To the conclusion on the Prince. His grave is covered in roses.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. He is off to a better place.
