Grateful, Cozy ...



around these parts, we were especially grateful to spend this one last thanksgiving with old Cream Puff.



we knew his time was near. but he was cozy by the fire and we each took turns snuggling him.
he loves having lots of people around, so i'm sure he thought we were throwing him one last party.



also, i was so grateful to be surrounded by my family. they are so fun, sweet, wise, talkative, and rad.
everyone shared the cooking, we had two tofurkeys and tons of root veggies and stayed up late watching Planes, Trains and Automobiles.










it was a perfect celebration of home, family, food and love. 

cream puff died this morning, peacefully at home.
we will miss him dreadfully but mostly, we are so thankful for his long and extraordinarily full life and our wonderful times with him.

Comments

Amy Beatty said…
Oh my.. CP!! I LOVE that everyone gave him such love and cuddles on his last few days. CP will for sure live on in my kids memories. I love hearing them talk about him. Mostly Orion :) Your Thanksgiving looked so merry and wonderful. just full of love and goodness. Such peace your photos bring me. Love that everyone was there. and I love the tables in the living room next to the fireplace. and I LOVE ades new hair cut. Such a hottie xoxo love you
November 26, 2011 at 2:08 PM
jenny said…
So sorry, love. But what a blessed life he had! Warm wishes of peace, love and light.
November 26, 2011 at 9:04 PM
theequinebovine said…
Oh Cream Puff. I hope you are scratching up all the chairs and couches you want in kitty heaven. There is no lunch or dinner. Just an endless supply of milk and kitty treats. Every cat has their own barn with at least 25 mice running from them at all times. Enjoy the endless petting and scratching you will receive from the kitty angels, cuz you know they are the best!! Enjoy Cream Puff!
Happy Thanksgiving
xo
November 27, 2011 at 12:00 AM
Cel said…
Oh Heather :( I'm so sorry. I feel for you and your loss right now, I really do. I'm glad you and yours were able to spend that cherished time with him before he passed and that he was surrounded by such loving, wonderful people. *hugs*
November 27, 2011 at 7:22 AM
chasing lightning bugs said…
i'm glad you were with lots of people you love as you said good bye to cream puff. even with the perfect circumstances, it's still so sad to say good-bye.
November 27, 2011 at 12:26 PM
Elizabeth said…
Oh What a way to go, in the folds of real love and coziness. Blessings to you all xx
November 27, 2011 at 12:34 PM
Teeny said…
Aw no! I'm tearing up over CP and i didn't even know him! Glad he got to share the night with you and yours. Hope you're okay sunshine.
love
xx
November 27, 2011 at 3:52 PM
Amanda said…
So sorry to hear about your kitty!
November 28, 2011 at 6:23 AM
anne said…
i'm sorry about cream puff :( it sounds like he lived a wonderful life surrounded by people who love him.
November 28, 2011 at 8:35 AM
Missa said…
Aw, Cream Puff... remembering our brief moments of lap time on a very magical night. You were such a special kitty and lived quite an adventure of a life. May your sweet little kitty spirit adventure on carrying all the love gathered during your final days with it :)

Much love to you and your family Heather, what a beautiful way to say goodbye...
November 28, 2011 at 10:05 AM
two birds said…
i'm sorry for your loss. it is nice that you were all able to get in one last cuddle!
November 28, 2011 at 11:57 AM
Milla said…
Oh my gosh! Creampuff! I was smitten with him, he was such a gently old soul. I'm glad he had a good parting and all of you got to give him the cuddles he so deserved. What a epic cat.
November 28, 2011 at 4:37 PM
Whitney said…
Ahhh looks soo wonderful!! Love you all.
November 29, 2011 at 2:31 PM
Andrea said…
Awww, my heart goes out to you. I'm glad that you got the opportunity to have him go peacefully at home, I know how much that can mean. Still sad though for old Mr. Cream Puff, he was so adorable. I know he'll be missed :)
November 30, 2011 at 1:24 PM
Anonymous said…
aw honey! i just now read this post. dear old soul, dear cream puff, blessings as you release from your bones. as you work your way through the ephemeral, i am so glad you have the soaring strength of heather. the love she gave you being a beacon of remembrance, may you let go of what you were and remember what you ARE.
may all the love from all that knew you favor you on your next journey.

what a gift that he had a good death, and what a blessing that both you and he were held in so much grace, gratitude and connection on his last day. i wish for that same grace to be your tiny boat through any grief, be it hard or soft. love to you, sweet mother of cats and all small beings. xo
December 2, 2011 at 5:16 PM
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