Goodbye, Mr. Mittens

Goodbye, Mr. Mittens.

I am heartbroken to have to write this post.

It's taken me about six weeks to come up with the words.

We very unexpectedly lost Mr Mittens at the end of May.

I thought I was ready to write this post.

Why am I still crying about a cat??

Because we loved him so much.

Many of you remember back in January when he had to have life saving surgery because he ate a Nerf bullet and it got lodged in his intestines.  We survived.  We barely survived that incedent so you can imagine our alarm when he started throwing up again on a Sunday night in May.  We said some family prayers that it was no big deal, but it was a big deal.  I asked our cat loving friends to pray for him.  We were all navigating the craziness of the last week of school plus a really sick cat at home.

Mr. Mittens got very sick very fast.  We consulted the vet, scheduled an appointment and he said he'd either eaten something again that was lodged in his intestines or that he had a tumor in his abdomen.  Either way he wasn't going to survive.  We were devastated.  

We went through our whole house and removed every single Nerf bullet and we have been very careful about putting any choking hazards away.  I do not know what he could have eaten.  We made the awful decision to have him put to sleep in the middle of the day on a Wednesday just three days after he got sick.  Kevin took him in and he passed away peacefully in his arms.

We sure do miss our favorite rascal.  He was BUSY and was always causing his own special chaos.  He climbed everything, landed himself in the washer, took a spin in the dryer, tight rope walked the garage door tracks and he always made his presence known.  Olive was his favorite.  I think I was a close second.  He loved us both a ton.

I know that we did everything we could do to make sure he had the best two years possible with our family.  He was wild and crazy and so handsome.  I adored his big personality and his polka-dot paw.  We all grieved in our own ways and have found ways to remember Mr. Mittens.  I'll share those another time.  Olive says he was one of a kind and no more tuxedo cats.  We'll see.

Here's a recap of some of my favorite pictues of him.

Love you LOTS, Mr. Mittens!