Watching your fur babies age gives attention to our own eventual demise. Biological siblings, our Siamese/Ferrel are just under 20 years old. Having them in some ways has been a sacrifice as it dictates how long we can stay in one part of the state or another. Whether I pack and travel with three or five? Nothing can be spur of the moment, unless it is of short duration. And every time I return, will we still be five? I ask for forgiveness whenever I turn negative and just want them to go already because sometimes it is hard. There is just me who are there for them.
Ares and Athena are typical Siamese with the male being larger and the female being smaller. We got them during Thanksgiving one year, an older biological sister was giving them away. I remember a sister-in-law had first pick and selected a puffy kitten, considered the cutest. They would part ways early on. I took the short haired male and then when no one took the female, I took her too. She had an eye infection so looked particularly unhealthy and fragile.
My daughter Cheyenne was three at the time and insisted they be named Prince and Princess. I was so not into those names because as an adult, I had already had those names. I researched Egyptian Gods and came up with Ares and Athena. Compromising, they went from Gods to Royalty slash Gods. I give credit to my three year old who already had her own opinions of things and stuck to her guns.
I remember the days when Ares’ body was full of soft flesh and a cushy, pillowy huggable frame. Now he has wasted away to sharp bones and fur that lacks a certain life. I remind myself that 20 years is 96 in cat years. Athena surprisingly has maintained her vibrancy but walks as an elderly person would. These two have brought me more joy and loyalty over so many years – than anyone. I remind myself of all of this when they meow and I am trying to sleep (hunger, thirst for a fresh bowl of water or anything else is an all day thing) or when they go where they are not supposed to and I am not sure why. One person says they can’t have Alzheimer’s like people, yet I found dementia can be present (Google).
I won’t ever forget Ares falling asleep with me but then sneaking back into my room after he had left it to go sleep with my daughter but tried to be back in my room before I woke up. Pets are like that. I had always assumed he slept the whole night with me until I had woken up before the alarm one morning and saw him strolling back in.
20 years later and they still are my heart ❤️, my pride and joy. I pray for patience and acceptance and to give my love bugs the best as they have given me so much more. I am devoted for how long it takes, they deserve it.
I am building my van to accommodate all five of us. Ares and Athena actually travel well and I can tell they are happier going with us then staying behind. I want to enjoy every moment they have left and try my best to help them enjoy their final days as well. They are family. 💕
👣 Jessica Fletcher