I had known Ashy for just short of five years. It didn’t take long for the tabby-point Siamese to become my favorite of the three cats my husband had when we got married. His favorite place to sleep was in between us. I sometimes called him Ashy-kins.
There were so many happy memories. He’d climb up in my lap and want kisses and petties, He’d purr and purr. There’s something incredibly comforting about falling asleep to the sound of a cat purring in your ear.
He had a great fondness for pizza. He tried to bat a piece of pizza out of my hand more than once One time he stole a piece of pepperoni right off a piece of pizza on my plate. It was so funny I couldn’t be mad at him.
Eventually, the day came when could longer jump into my lap. He’d let me know he wanted to be in my lap. I’d say, “Oh, Ashy” and pick him up and cuddle him. He started losing control of his bladder more and more often.
As his condition worsened, I made an appointment with our vet. My husband had to go to work, but he gave me permission to make the hard decision if needed.
Ashy’s condition was to the point that the vet told me honestly the kindest decision would be him to let go. With tears in my eyes, I agreed. I held him to the very end, telling him was the best tabby-point Siamese ever. On July14, 2022, Ashy-kins crossed the rainbow bridge.
I will always love and miss him.
