Moose. A strong name, for a strong boy. He was the sweetest, silliest, and most loyal cat I was lucky enough to call my own. When we went to pick moose up, on the drive home, he jumped on my shoulders and snuggled into the space between my back and the seat hiding behind his mama. I think he knew I’d protect him. At home, he was my protector and always ensured he had eyes on me. After bringing him home, he was a bit weary of his dad but warmed up to me quickly and I was lucky enough to be his chosen one. He soon figured out his dad was pretty cool too and was a great playmate. Those two boys played hard and rough but had so much fun and always had me giggling! He would cuddle with me when I did my makeup, and school work or even when I went pee! He was never far from his mama. When I would come home from my many hospital visits, he would stick to me like glue until I was better, purring at my side to heal me. And I did the same for him, when he returned from his neutering appointment, he plopped his big bum on my chest and snored away for days. His favourite things were chin scratches, pup cups, wet treats, cheese strings, and dairy queen ice cream. No matter how much money we spent on different toys, my silly boys favourite toy was bottle caps! He would perk up the moment we opened a bottle of pepsi or a powerade and run over to collect his fun new play thing. He was loved not just by us but by thousands as he went viral on tiktok TWICE just for being his sweet and silly self. When he started getting sick, we never could’ve imagined the outcome. I was spoon feeding him his meals, and he was getting lots of pets from his mommy and daddy until he could get to the vet. In his final moments, I held my baby the entire time, giving him kisses and snuggles, singing his favourite song to him and wiping his nose and tears. I told him it was okay to go, that mommy was here and loved him and I was so so sorry. He loved me so much that he beat the odds of congenital heart disease, living 20 days longer than the average life expentancy. He was fighting for us. Moose was my soul cat and protector.
I would love to give a HUGE thank you to brockville animal hospital and a special appreciation for Liz Spooner and Dr. Greenspoon. They made one of the most traumatic and devastating days of my life just a sliver easier with their kindness, empathy, hugs, and support.
Lastly, I wanted to share a special moment from last night. My partner and I decided to pop a bottle of moscato rosé that we’ve been saving for over a year to commemorate Moose, as a celebration of his life. After we each toasted to him, our lamp began to flicker. We looked at each other in shock, scanning the room. His brothers all started running around playing, almost like they were happy to see him and they were all playing together. We both called out asking if Moose was there with us, as the light continued to flicker. I announced “Moose, if you’re hear with us, turn the lamp off.” Within seconds the room was dark as the light went completely out. We held each other and cried in happiness knowing he found his way home and was with us one last time. 🖤