Fourteen Years

Renn died this morning, at 9.53.

A mass had grown up, very rapidly against or in his intestines, and was blocking food from getting through. The huge abdomen that Renn had developed was the body trying to deal with the blockage. He was, the veterinary doctor stated, in pain. He no longer feels that pain.

Renn was the last of the First Four; his death means the end of an era. He knew every cat I had, from the first to the last. It will take a while to write his memorial article, as his time with me comprises a great many memories. He was my constant companion, sleeping on my bed each night, and, until recently, keeping me company at bath-time. He was with me for fourteen years, and it will now be difficult not to have him with me for even a day, my big boy.