Today, Benita and I had to have our beloved cat Neil put to sleep. His health had been tenuous since February, and his quality of life suffered as he lost weight and succumbed to dementia. Neil was sixteen years and eight months old, and he was my companion, confidant, and playmate.
During Neil’s life, I had five jobs, two vehicles, lived in two houses, had three major surgeries, and came close to dying from sleep apnea. My entire career in comics and as an illustrator has been within the span of Neil’s life. During that time, I lost one dear friend, my dad, and two grandfathers. I gained five nieces and one nephew. Neil was there with me for all of it.
We all think our cats are special, and I’m no different: Neil was unlike any cat I’ve ever known. He was friend and family, and I miss him terribly.
If you have a pet, please love them and hug them every day, every chance you get. Our time together on this earth is far too limited.
If the spirit moves you, please make donations to the Humane Society in Neil’s name.
