Tokyo’s 1st anniversary

Today is Tokyo’s 1^st death anniversary. He was just 1 year & 3 month old when he died around 6:30 am last year. I was just thinking that next year, it would be his 2^nd anniversary & he wasn’t even 2 year old at the time of his death.

He’s a very cute memory. He was one talkative boy. He came in our house on 17^th January’ 08 & he was such a little & fat kitten. It won’t be an exaggeration to call him the cutest tabby cat in the world, cause he was certainly one.

Once I was giving him bath & while I was splashing water on him, after some time he asked me as to why I was doing all this. I have innumerable such memories. He never used to leave the bed while I was changing the sheet. For days, I missed him when I changed the bed-sheet & he wasn’t there to bother me.

Whenever Z & I were talking, he used to come & sit in my laps. And every day he had some story to share. He had such a cute voice.

He was having problem in urinating. He was on treatment for 1 & a half month. In spite of that, his condition worsened. He died, thanks to urethra blockage. Although the crystals were being removed, but he couldn’t make it.

I wasn’t around when he passed away & I still curse myself for that. I went to take bath as I had been awake all night. I had fear that he wouldn’t be able to make it & I should be with him at that time, which is why I didn’t sleep & yet I wasn’t there when he needed me the most.

Every pet has a special place. Tokyo was literally like my own child. It doesn’t seem like yesterday though. This was one long year, but when he was with me, time was flying.

I love talkative cats, but it’s my hard luck that whenever I come across one, he/she dies. The pic in which I’m holding him was taken 2 days before his death. He was in so much pain…you could see that.

He was such a happy boy. He loved his collar & whenever I wanted to take it off, he always used to start off with his argument that I shouldn’t. Now I’m only left with his collar that he was mad about.