the love of my life
12 Wednesday Sep 2012
Posted in animals & pets, cancer, cats, death & dying, home, love
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resting comfortably
02 Thursday Aug 2012
Posted in animals & pets, cancer, cats
The heart of my heart, the love of my life, the… well, you get the picture. This is the most beloved little being I’ve ever known. He owns my heart and has taught me to be a good and caring person. And he’s dying. Yes, mostly of old age but now sooner due to idiot vet giving him his first vaccination at age 15 in a place that was sure to give him a malignant sarcoma. And it did. The tumour has almost doubled in size in the past few weeks. And Azar spends more and more time alone, avoiding everyone, except at night when he still comes up onto my bed to cuddle and even sleep on my head. I can’t stand it guys.
I feel like I’m losing him fast and… I can’t stand it.
happy 17th birthday, azar!
07 Saturday Apr 2012
Here’s a photo of the Love of My Life (aka Azar) basking in the sun this morning, on his 17th birthday. On the right is a pic I took yesterday that shows Azar still enjoys being a “daredevil cat“, despite being a gentleman of a certain age. In fact, most days he is still quite kittenish and loves to play and be chased around and snibbled. Though you can see that he’s a bit thin and frail now. The supplements he is taking seem to be helping him stay hydrated enough maintain his daily body functions, and of course he is cuddled and coaxed to drink plenty of water (his own game). But he’s developed a worrying lump on one of his shoulders, which may be nothing, but will require a visit to Yolanda the vet next week.
Today, however, it will be fresh asparagus! Am off to the market now to get some. And for those of you who don’t know it yet, here is…
Azar’s Story
bonding
10 Tuesday Jan 2012
Posted in animals & pets, cats, home
azar is 16!!!
07 Thursday Apr 2011
He really is the love of my life, this little guy. And now that he’s getting older with his health becoming a bit fragile I extra-value every day, every waking moment, that I have with him. I found him upstairs on the red chair the other day, enjoying the light coming in through the glass door of the terraza – can’t really say he was enjoying the view as I doubt he can see much anymore because of the cataracts. But it’s a delight to watch him racing up and down the stairs, hanging out on the balconies, and even sitting out on Loki’s window ledge. There’s still quite a lot of kitten in him.
Happy birthday mi vida!
Here is the story of how I met Azar.
casa azahar 