My baby Mogli

This July I lost my fur baby Mogli.

Mogli became part of our family in summer 2019. He was about 4 months old. A very shy and timid cat. 

The first few weeks he would only come out at night when we were asleep.

The first time he came near me was when I was folding laundry on the bed and he decided to lay next to me (with a bit of a safety distance).

It was also while folding laundry that I touched him for the first time.

Mogli had the loudest purrs I had ever heard from a cat. He would always purr when in distress as a little kitten. Later he purred when he was happy.

Mogli and I developed a deep connection. I was his person and he was my cat. 

There were steps to it. First I could touch him when he was laying down. Then he reacted when I called for him. When he was outside he would come and answer with his little sweet baby cat voice (that he never lost). Finally I could even touch him when he was walking around (I was the only person allowed to do that - and he never liked being picked up).

Mogli got really aggressivse cancer in his stomach. It took maybe two months for him to become very weak and die.

I wish I could say he fell asleep and never woke up but the truth is, he died in quite a traumatic way. For him and for me. 

I'm still processing things. His last days were some of the most awful days of my life. 

At first I was just relieved his suffering had ended. But with time I realized that I miss him deeply. Every single day. I'm gt.afraid of forgetting how his fur felt and how his purrs sounded. 

I hope we can meet somewhere sometime in some form. Because I will forever miss you my Mogli.