Stuntman And Lover Of Cheese

by Dan Bostonweeks

…and Then Went Polly

Seven months ago I had to say goodbye to Yoseph. At the time I told my wife that I thought Polly, who was raised as a kitten with Yoseph, would be gone in a year.

Polly

This last Sunday I had to make a much harder decision than with Yoseph. We had to put Polly to sleep. Over the last year she’s been slowly losing weight. Recently she was not eating as much and had been throwing up blood on occasion. She wasn’t as bad off as Yoseph who had been taking medicine for two years. The decision was made all the harder because of my history with Polly. She was orphaned at three days old. I would go over to my friend’s house and help her feed Polly and her siblings with an eye dropper at first and then a bottle later. Polly was very attached to me and usually shunned other people at first. My wife was the first women that Polly curled up with on first meeting her. That was a good start even though they would go on to have a slightly rocky relationship later.

It’s been three days and I still miss her terribly. I just hope that if there is a kitty after-life she and Yoseph are laying a sunbeam and happy.