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January 11, 2015

Rest in peace, kitty.

Yesterday I had to put down Jule, my loyal companion of eleven years and the cat Curry’s based on.

Her end was a bit of a bad surprise: It wasn’t her cancer that killed her, but a skin infection. In less than ten days she went from a frail but happy cat to a limping cripple with an open wound that just wouldn’t heal and eventually we ran out of things we could do for her. Well, but for one: The last, tough decision to end it and spare her more pain.

 

jule

Jule was with me through the hardest bit of my life and through the best; a quiet, loyal and steadfast presence with a fondness for sleeping on my butt, getting petted behind and in her ears and eating butter, preferably licked from my fingers. I quite literally owe that cat my life, I wouldn’t be here today without her; although that is a story not to be told quite yet.

I miss her, and so does my other cat, who runs through our home looking for his feline friend. Cat’s don’t love as exuberant as dogs do, but a cat’s love is nonetheless very real; they just use a different language.

The next page will be on Sunday. I apologise for the delay.