Fluffy Adametz passed away today from a malignant growth on her lower jaw. She was believed to be 14 years old and will be missed by many, including, oddly, one bird.
She had been dealing remarkably well with her condition for almost a year, but a few days ago she worsened and finally was unable to eat or drink. After examination by and discussion with her doctor, I decided we had reached an ending. The doctor assured me this was correct, and all expectations had been met or exceeded.
We adopted her in 2012 mainly as a companion for my Dad. It was a hard sell, but we convinced him he should have cat, and it was almost love at first sight (at least for my Dad, cats will be cats).
This is the first picture we got of Fluffy after coaxing her out of her initial hiding place after she moved in with us.
She soon won us over (or, being a cat, maybe took us over).
She enjoyed looking out the windows, and would often be found on the sill of an open window.
The little fur ball….
What, doesn’t everyone like climbing around chair legs?
She had a cat’s balance.
She will be missed, but I know someone who will be happy to see her again: my Dad. As I would often do when my Dad came to visit, as I held her at the end, I told her “go see Daddy!”.
I don’t know how I’m going to sleep now that I can’t just roll over and assume that strange noise in the house was only Fluffy.
