This morning we took Otto on his last trip to the vet. He is now pain free. Otto graced (some might say controlled) our lives for sixteen wonderful years. He was always there to meow an opinion, knowing full well that all household decisions depended on his likes and dislikes.
Otto was a red head. Red headed cats are different. They have attitude, and Otto did, much more than such a small furry creature could contain. Neither other cats, nor dogs, nor people 10 times his size fazed him. He was red. He was fluffy. He was Otto.
There is an emptiness to the house, but we know he is now at peace. He survived much longer than anyone, us, or the vet expected. 9 months with cancer – that’s a long time by the cat chronograph. Farewell Otto.