Our number one cat, our senior feline, the Head of Security for our household and top mouser Spice turns 16 today.
He was 11 when he came into our lives, a surrendered pet who had sat in a cage at a rescue shelter for five long months, unnoticed among the hundred or so kittens up for adoption. We didn’t want a kitten and he was perfect for us. At the time, he was fat from being sedentary and his teeth were a mess. We slimmed him down and had those rotten teeth taken out. A couple of years later, we got him a girlfriend – Miss Sugar – and after a bumpy courtship, they’re bonded now. More often than not, we find them curled up together on the guest bed, sleeping deeply.
Spice hasn’t been in perfect health for a few months. He has lost weight, been sick, had thyroid, kidney and pancreas issues. We promised each other there would be no heroics with this guy. We’ll keep him as well and pain-free as we can, but there’ll be no pacemaker operation or dialysis. He’s affectionate, has a great appetite and loves his belly rubs. We hope he’s with us for a long time. He gave our home a heartbeat.