I’ve put off posting about this, because I just couldn’t talk about it yet. Words cannot express how heartbroken I am that I lost my sweet Simon the last week of June. :tears:
He was only 8-years-old, & I’d been blessed to have him for only 6 years. That is just not long enough.
I can’t even decide what the worst part of his passing is: That it came so soon on the heels of losing Nicholas—almost a month to the day… That he had such a rough start & deserved so much better than only six short years of love, happiness, & safety… That he was so strong & so healthy then just…not. And no sooner did we realize something was wrong than he passed away in my arms… Or that he was my Sunshine Boy; he was so happy & loving & so good, & brought a smile to my face in a way that no other cat ever has.
It was awful & unfair & makes me so angry. There are no “he had a good, long life” platitudes to make this better.
The only thing I can tell myself is that he was happy here, & he knew he was loved. He had a rough start, & life definitely dealt him a lousy hand. But from the minute I took him in, he was loved, he was safe, he was cared for—& he did know that.
But I will never again be able to hum or hear “You Are My Sunshine” without thinking of him & probably bursting into tears. Because that was Simon’s song. He was & will always be My Sunshine.