Nemo was an alley cat, found in Chicago in 1992 at four months old. He
made his way into my home and heart, and was my best friend for
thirteen years. Diagnosed with Squamose Cell Carcinoma, he was brave
and courageous – hiding his suffering under the mask of old age. I
couldn’t allow him to suffer or feel discomfort, pain and let the
cancer attack the better part of him; and had him put to sleep in
his home on 16 April 2005.
Nemo is survived by his long time companion Max. Nemo will be missed
as grief is felt by the loss of him – his kind demeanor, gentle
disposition, and true loyal nature. His scanning eyes over my face
will be missed, as well has his greeting of a good morning meow, and
waiting by the window for my return home. His upturned chin lifting
at my sight, with murmur of hello will be forever gone from my daily
life, however will live on in my memory of his character. I was
welcomed to have him for his immutable love and care, and the
symbiotic nature of our relationship shared.