It’s been a while because I haven’t wanted to write this post. Here it is.
A couple months ago, we lost Webster to what appeared to be a heart attack. I know this makes me an extremely fortunate person, but it was one of the saddest days of my entire life.
We had known that his heart wasn’t working quite the way it should for a while, and tried to make sure to keep him away from anything that would stress him out too much. The last time we saw the vet they told me his heart could basically give out at any time– and that was two years ago (the vet stressed him out like none other- they told me just to keep him away from them if at all possible).
When it happened, we were all together at home– he wasn’t alone, and it was swift. That’s all we could have asked for, really. I’m glad he didn’t have a long, drawn out illness. I think the suffering was minimal, and I’m just glad Luke and I were here with him.
It’s been a couple months, so we’re getting through it. That first week or so was very rough, and I still have some really bad days where I just miss him a lot- but it’s getting better.
The other day we were talking about him and I think we summed him up perfectly. Luke said, “Webster lived life on his own terms,” to which I responded, “No, Webster made all of us live life on his terms!” Which is true. He did his own thing, but he enriched our lives by being just the way he was. My Grandma called him “a cat of distinction,” and that is exactly what he was.