On Monday, October 23, 2023, our little gray cat Slater passed away.
She was seventeen and a half years old and she had spent fifteen and a half of those years with me. She was a bridge from my bachelor days to my becoming a husband and a father. She had lived in three different cities with us, traveling across the country twice as we moved.
She was definitely a part of our family. And she was a good kitty.
Slater was a relentlessly affectionate cat. She was a cuddler and a snugglier whether you wanted her to be or not. She would regularly try to steal people food off our plates. She would wrestle the other cats. She would jump at sudden noises with her tail fluffed out but then had to go and find out what if was.
Three years ago, she was diagnosed with kidney disease. She had to take blood pressure medicine. The muscles in her eyes had degenerated to the point where her eyes didn’t dialafe anymore. And yet, her blood tests kept coming back with good numbers. She would run and jump and climb like a car a third her age. She had such a zest for life.
And it was a heart attack that took her. It almost felt like that, since all of her other health issues weren’t slowing her down, nature had to try something else. I was there when it happened and I was able to get her to the vet to ease her passing.
She was a good cat who had a good run and who relished life. I’m glad she was a part of our family.