Shy, sensitive, soulful. Everyone who met Ned remarked on what a special cat he was.|
Eating was one of his favorite pastimes, and he was partial to turkey, cheese, french fries, and any scraps of dough that might land on the floor when I was baking a pie (Seriously, what kind of cat eats pie crust dough? Yet it was one of Ned's favorites). The smell of bacon would send him bounding down the stairs and into the kitchen. When I went out to dinner, I always ordered the salmon - so I'd have leftovers for Ned.
Other day-to-day activities included lounging on his kitty lounge, as well as laying curled up in his hammock by the upstairs front window, where he'd bask in the sun. He was partial to the Pandora Classical for Studying station. He enjoyed venturing out onto the deck to connect with nature, and after he was finished, he'd usually push the door open all by himself. He loved a good cuddling session over TV or reading books, no matter what day of the week.
But, over the years, he had two major operations to remove tumors. Ned's prognosis after the last surgery, in late 2015, looked good. Then, about six weeks ago, he suffered a debilitating stroke. The vet suspected a brain tumor.
I know that there are far worse catastrophes and that this is probably too much information, but we will miss our beloved Ned. I'll miss how he patiently waited for his breakfast each morning. I'll miss the sound of his little padded feet bounding down the stairs. I'll miss how he perched on the edge of bed and lifted one paw after another (his trick for treats!) and the numerous ways he showed his love and affection. And I'll miss so much more. My eyes are now filling with tears once again...
He had a lot of different names, but his unconditional love never wavered. I'll miss you forever, Ned.