Gus is the Cat at the Theatre Door.
His name, as I ought to have told you before,
Is really Asparagus. That’s such a fuss
To pronounce, that we usually call him just Gus.
Seven years, almost to the day, after we brought home a gaunt, neglected Maine Coon, he died quietly and peacefully.
Gus was never a healthy cat. He had inflammatory tumors in his ears when we got him that required removal, and he had chronic feline herpes that got worse with age. Over the past year, he began to decline significantly, likely due to more tumors in his head.
But he was one hell of a personality. Everyone who met him loved him, for his sweet nature, his love of playing with things, his ability to be a blankie for short haired cats.
He was challenging to live with, to put it mildly — he ate electrical cables and string, could open doors and cabinets, and got into everything.
And yet, the house feels empty without him.
Good bye, Big Cat.