It's been almost seven months since Tucker died. I had a very hard time around the holidays, with a number of things making me cry. But, in the past few weeks, I've noticed that the heavy veil of grief is starting to lift. I can look at photographs now and not always cry.
It helps that Ringo is such a people-oriented cat. He's made both of us laugh through the tears. I know there will be many more sad times, and more tears, but I also know I'll be ok. He was such a special cat, and we were blessed to have him in our lives for 16 years.
On this Tucker tribute I wanted to share the last four photos I ever took of him. These were taken on July 17, the day before he died. He spent all of his time on our enclosed porch, and I sat next to him on the couch.
And the very last photo:
I did not take any photos on his final day. Jim took several just before he was euthanized, but I could not. He was not responsive to our touch anymore, and it wasn't how I wanted to remember him. I much prefer the above photo.
Thanks for reading this, and for caring about our Tucker boy.