I maintained a hospice this past week. Solly was 17+ years old.
It is as if I can feel the absence of his life force in our bedroom. He liked that room and rarely left it.
He would wait for me to get into bed and then - It was his love time, no matter how tired I was.
He would "spoon" in by tummy and if I didn't hold his back legs, he would kick them.
After some time he would move on but, when I awoke in the morning, Solly was sleeping across from me.
If I woke up in the middle of the night, I would call him and he would come do the above routine with me.
Solly was my "puppy dog" kitty and I will miss him very much.
I never knew such a "puppy dog" cat before. He was also the largest, big bear feet, cat I ever cohabited.
RIP Solly kitty,
he is with Izzy, his brother, who passed 8 months ago.
Moi