[We suspend our scheduled tales of babywearing adventures for this memorial...]

It has been a rough week for us. We finally said our last goodbye to our dear feline fur baby, Portnoy, today. His body finally lost the battle to feline leukemia and he passed away in his sleep the other night. Even though Portnoy was “Elliott’s cat”, the whole family feels the pain of this loss.

It is so surreal to not have him come lay on my chest, purr loudly, and suck on my shirt. Portnoy was one of those “golden boy” personalities. EVERYONE who met him fell in love! He was gorgeous and charming and the sweetest kitty I’ve ever met. (I’ve known quite a few kitties in my life. At one time in my childhood, we had 10+ cats living on our 0.8 acre property. lol)

When we learned, early on, that he had FeLV, we knew Portnoy’s time on Earth would be foreshortened. We vowed to cherish every moment… to make each day count. Elliott and I always had a theory that he was a young soul… perhaps a child victim of an untimely, tragic death, in a previous life. (Our 1st cat, James, on the other hand is definitely an old soul.)

Portnoy, we will always love you! We miss you dearly.