Mom recently wrote a post about her doggy, Oscar, who went to the Rainbow Bridge on Halloween three years ago, so I thought I'd honor her Wichita cat, Rosie. He (yes, he) went to the Rainbow Bridge this past June, right before Mom and Dad left for Boston to get married. He was an old kitty, at least 17 years, and had been declining in health over his last year of life.
Mom had to leave him in Wichita when she moved to Kansas City, so he lived with Grandma and Grandpa. I never met him, but I knew all about him. Mom told me stories about how he would sleep with her at night and every morning they had a cuddle session. After she moved, he learned to cuddle with Grandma instead.
Rosie's favorite people food were cheese and tomatoes. He and Mom would go out on the front porch and eat a tomato together. When it wasn't tomato season, they would share a little can of tomato juice. He got cheese as a reward when he had to go to the vet or have medicine.
Mom was very sad when Rosie went to the Rainbow Bridge because she couldn't be there to help him. Grandma was there though and I know he understood Mom's absence. I'll meet him one day at the Rainbow Bridge; until then, I'll enjoy Mom's stories about him and honor his memory on days like All Souls' Day.