CODY AS A KITTEN
My heart is broken today. A short while ago I found Cody, one of my sweet little furries lying lifeless on the floor. He was at the base of a tall set of shelves he loved to climb so I'm guessing he jumped or fell and possibly hit his head on the way down. He hadn't been sick and there was nothing to indicate he'd been injured. He had climbed those shelves hundreds of times. Last night he jumped on my back (his usual trick) as I was scooping litter boxes, so he was feeling fine at that time. I'll never know for sure what happened. I only know I can't stop thinking if he'd been in his new home at the farm, this wouldn't have happened. The new cat area isn't ready yet and neither is the enclosure. That has been very frustrating for me. Apparently, the job of readying the cat area was moved to the lowest position on the priority list, but not by my choice. Lamenting what might have been or should have been will not bring back my little Cody. I do have other cats but Cody was one of a kind. Each one is special in his own way. I dearly loved Cody and will miss him greatly. Rest peacefully little one.