Lost Little Big Friend
This morning I found our Maine Coon, Winston, lying dead on his side. He had a heart problem that a lot of Maine Coons have, and since he wasn't sick before and I couldn't find any evidence of another cause of death, I think he died of heart failure or a blood clot somewhere important. I think he had a seizure when he died, but I don't think he suffered long, if at all. He was a very friendly cat. He was rescued by the Humane Society as a kitten with about 40 other cats from a Maine Coon cattery when the woman who ran it became senile. He was sick, and the Humane Society was going to have to put him down because they couldn't handle 40 cats at once. A nice law student from Wake took him in to save him, and I adopted him from her. He came with a broken tail, which you couldn't see because of his fluffy tail.
When I was going to law school at Syracuse, I would often take Winston with me for company. Once, he thought he heard someone coming up the stairs to my apartment and he trotted toward the door, growling! I'd never had a guard cat before!
Owen, our orange-point Balinese, died of cancer last July. Now we have two cats left: Muphus and Farfel. Farfel seems to miss him, but Muphus, boss cat, doesn't seem to have noticed much.
Winston will be missed by me. Ta-ta, little big friend.
