Missing My Moofy Heart

The week going into our play’s opening was a bit rough. My mother who was in the midst of dealing with a difficult move, came into town in need of a hug and a place to lay her head until she could finalize arrangements for her new home. Then shortly after her arrival my special, little gray kitty Moofy came down ill.

Having found this sweet and wonderful little lion over a year ago, it was love at first sight. He became a constant companion at my side and always gazed at me with the most tender and affectionate look around his large golden eyes. Perplexing the other kitties in the household, with his mystical nature, very little could muss Moofy’s fluffy hair including dogs, other fussy kitties, car traffic and perhaps even death itself.

With the abrupt arrival of my mother and her cat, he been somewhat absent over a couple of days, when he finally showed up in a cozy little spot, all curled up into a peaceful ball of fluff. Always a tad a bit too thin and fearing that he was far older than I wished him to be, I was horrified when I found Moofy couldn’t walk or stand without help. Purring deeply with strange contentment, he just gazed at me with the look of creature that was about to leave the world for some far off place.

I panicked and made arrangements to take him to the vet. Over the phone the good doctor assured me that Moofy was most likely not as ill as I believed him to be. "When cats get extremely ill, they will stop purring," he stated with the confidence you would expect from such a medical professional. "So he’s probably not as sick as you think he is."

I sighed in relief and packed my poor little cat off to the vet, certain a saving treatment was close at hand. But the news bore up badly as it was realized that Moofy was indeed critically ill with full blown kidney failure, due to the onset of kidney disease, one of the many maladies that can befall a cat of Moofy’s advanced years. With such a dim prognosis at hand, my vet shuttered in astonishment as he finalized his medical examination. He couldn’t believe Moofy was still purring.

With treatments unable to improve his condition, I took my kitty home to the place he really wanted to be. Performing the occasional Hudini trick which involved making a radical move from one location to another without anyone actually seeing him do it, he returned to his zen little self and in amid the all the hectic fuss of work, my mother and the play, I tried to pet and brush him whenever possible.

Purring in flushes to the very end, he passed away on the morning of the new moon. We opened with the play that very night and my missing my special little love so much, made it difficult for me to get through the performance. But Moofy had always been such a celestial kitty, so the time that he chose to venture off to those uncharted places, suited him somehow.

Soft hugs and kisses, my sweet Moofy Heart. I’ll be missing you very much.