Yesterday afternoon when I left the house, I saw JK was sleeping under the maple tree. When I returned, he was nowhere around. I searched all his favorite places but there was no sign of him. He did not come in at nightfall. I assume he went to a secluded spot for his final hours. Both his mother and sister did this when their time drew near. I have not found JK yet, but I know he has died.
I apologize for not reporting sooner. I wanted to make sure, as much as is possible under the circumstances, that Jumbo Kitty is gone.
In a previous post I wrote about things falling into place each step of the way as I’ve gone through the process of planning and implementing my goal to be a vagabond. The timing of certain events has given me pause.
Consider this: I haven’t felt good about leaving JK with Felix and his son Julio. It’s been bothering me that Julio would probably become attached to JK only to have to suffer the pain of losing him in a short while, given JK’s age. That JK died at this time is another event that has made me stop and wonder. It is a kindness that he left now, rather than a few weeks, months or a year from now.
Thanks to everyone for your concern and well wishes for Jumbo Kitty and myself. Think about it . . . . He had regular food, a secure routine, shelter, warmth in the winter, companionship (Janie was his favorite pal.), freedom, affection, and a long, healthy life.
We all should be so lucky.