We said our final goodbye to Ricco. Kidney failure took him from us on the day before his 19th birthday. Of all the cats who have ever graced our lives, this boy was the most gentle little friend. We called him “Baby Ricco” because he loved to be held and carried about.
There was a time when we had to “count the cats” to be sure they were all with us. When that count came up short, it was usually Ricco who’d gone missing. He was our cat of high and hidden spaces. We’d find him atop 12 foot tall cabinets or closed in the crawl space.
Once he even disappeared in a small hotel room. An empty small hotel room! While we were in the process of checking out. We spent a frantic hour or two fruitlessly searching the entire hotel and its grounds. In near despair, we finally decided to spend another night and checked back in to the same room, where – there he was, perched, unperturbed on the corner of the bed. We never did figure out where he was hiding, the little bugger.
We came to Valencia in 2017 with five senior companion animals knowing full well that they were aging quickly, that time and the universe would soon reclaim them from us. Now our family is diminished by four. It doesn’t get any easier this losing of cherished friends.