R.I.P – P-Chan

My heart is heavy tonight. We had to say goodbye to my dear constant companion and the inspiration for all the black cats in “Challenges Of Zona”, my beloved friend, P-Chan.
He was very old and finally was very confused and in great pain. So we eased him into Summerland Thursday evening.
Nonetheless, he’s still there in the past and in my memories, and in Inky and in Incus and in the one-eyed winged cat from the Otherwhen. (Yes, long-time readers will remember when he lost his eye to an abcess, years ago.)

He was a very very very good boy.

Warm regards,

13 thoughts on “R.I.P – P-Chan

  1. As one who has been there many times, my soul aches for you. They are all gone all too soon from this life, perhaps that is why their light burns so bright in our hearts.

  2. My deepest condolences. I’ve lost many fur-babies over the years, and it never really gets easier. All we can do is carry on, and hold their memories close.

  3. I’m sorry for the p-chan shaped hole in your heart. It will fill in and your heart will grow to make room for another life companion.

  4. Our cat Sam passed away 2 Thanksgivings ago. I held him in his arms as he took his last breath. He was with us for 19 years. It was a surprise to us all as he was so spry for his age.

  5. Having been there too many times, I feel for you. We all love those little tyrants

  6. When they say pets are like members of the family, it isn’t that far from the truth.

    I know how you feel, JED.

  7. I’m sorry for the hurt in your heartstrings, JED, but perhaps you can draw comfort from knowing that the Redoubtable P-Chan is in the Summerlands, where he has an unlimited supply of Deeping Scum to use as scratching posts.

  8. I’m sorry for your loss. Cats are awesome little monsters and I sorely miss the ones that have gone away from my life.

    Heartfelt condolences, sir (and lady and all).

  9. Farewell P-chan. We never met you but love you still. Thank you for sharing him with us.

  10. Godspeed, lil kitty.

  11. Condolences on your loss. May your memories of the little monster bring your some comfort.

  12. So sorry, I know how you feel. Wish I could say something to make a difference, but I really can’t…

  13. Rosie [My mother named her after Rosey Grier] was a sickly kitten. she was solid black, except for the swollen abcess over HER right eye. Another kitten in the litter clawed it open in a fight. It drained, she healed up without so much as a mark. Rosie outlived that little trouble maker, and all of her other siblings, and was never again sick a day of her 23 years. In her teens, she could, from a standing start, leap onto a counter more the three feet in height. How many human, septuagenarian Olympic Class High Jumpers do you know?

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