Al, who was more of a brother than a cat, passed away. He had been really sick the last few days, which had been diagnosed as a tumor on his kidney. He was one month shy of his thirteenth birthday.
The last few days have been rough on me, and I expect the next few to be much of the same.I woke up at 8:13am this morning, and wondered if I should call home to see how he was, or should I wait a few hours until the time I designated my mother to call if something had happened. I went back to sleep for awhile longer. When I woke up the second time, I wanted to get it over with so I could stop thinking about it. I called home and was informed that he had passed away. My parents were by his side. They said he went peacefully at 5:15pm, Vancouver time. After sometime, I thought about the time zone difference. 8:13am(Australian), is the same time as 5:13pm at home. Now, I know some people say that when they lose a loved one, they feel it whether or not they are there. I wonder if it was a sign?
I'd like to think he woke me up to say "bye".
October 12th 1995 - September 5th 2008.
