This is my cat, Ganu. I had to put him down this summer because he was sick all the time and his eye bulged out weirdly. He maybe had cancer.
But he was an amazing cat. Full of love, so much love. I was his mom and he was my child. He snuggled close to me when we slept and always came to greet me when I came home from work.
He was also a horrible bastard man. He could open doors, so well that we hand to install door handles the other way around so he couldn't open them.
I swear he could make himself puke if we took too long time to give him breakfast-- BUT amazingly, he tried to hold it in until I had time to insert a paper towel under his mouth. No one taught him that, I just noticed he did.
His purring was so funny sounding, it's like it had a higher pitch. Like purr-PIRR-purr-PIRR. I loved to hear it.
He loved to lick my nose and fingers. He knew his name and often listened when I called for him.
He had such a bastard jog when I called him while he was doing something he shouldn't. Every cat owner knows the fast paced steps the cat does when it's hurrying to you. That kind. He also chirped (purped) while he walked.
I am still sad, and I still miss him dearly. But I don' t think he suffered. He was relatively healthy when he fell asleep in my arms for the last time. I didn't want him to go all sick and scared.
He sleeps in an urn shaped like him now, in our living room.
And I have a tattoo of him on my left arm, because he loved to sleep in my armpit.
