Forever Friends

Coop used to wake us up in the middle of the night for no reason. He would sit on my head. Bite my hair. Lick my forehead. He always demanded the house be warm. He always wanted his favorite spots to be sunny. If they weren’t… I seemed to be responsible for that, and demanded that I fix the issue promptly. Not always possible. I tried to explain… to no avail. No leeway. He demanded we keep his water clean and his litter box immaculate. No nonsense would be allowed. Coop also loved to ignore me,and to hit me with his tail across the face. He just loved to show his superiority, of course. I get it. Smart cat. Always was. We had to keep track of the flavor we fed him. He would not tolerate being fed the same flavor twice in a row. What an oversight! He always knew where to puke, and somehow, my bare feet always found the spot. He also figured out that new shoes were great for that, as well. I bet he got a kick out of our disgust. Somehow he was always watching. One time he deep fried the tip of his tail… long story… but we held him between the two of us while submerging his tail in ice cold milk. Coop was a great cat. Fiercely independent, protective, strong, regal, demanding, intelligent, curious, alert, proud, and extremely handsome. The last year and a half was tough for all of us. In the end, he was just a shadow of who he used to be, and he did not deserve that. He was suffering. He had lost his spark. His eyes were sad and we could see that he was in pain. He had tons of health issues. It was the hardest decision of our lives. We miss you Coop. We love you. And yeah… I know we never lived up to your standards and expectations, we fell short, but we really really tried. And so did the vets and their staff. And we all know how you felt about them as well.

– Pablo and Veronica