This comic strip exists as a love letter to my cats and dogs, and so I owe it to them to keep telling the story, while keeping it as bearable as possible for you all to read. I haven’t wanted to get into my Slinky son’s health beyond what I’ve been sharing, because I have no life-saving advice for anyone, beyond adopt cats and love every minute you have with them. That’s the moral of the whole comic, really. Despite being in perfect health, cancer somehow got to him. He did not smoke, he rarely ate junk food, and was a fitness enthusiast, running miles every day of his near-sixteen years. He leads the way for me all the time, and now is no different.
He was able to enjoy ice cream and walks in the sun right to the end, and he was–and still is–so very loved. That’s all anyone can hope for, isn’t it?
I came up with all the comics you’ll be reading over the next few weeks while walking around with him, while he was still here, aware there’s really only one way out for all of us, but still happy he was with us. If you’ve been reading this comic from the beginning you know no one’s ever really gone, and I’m going to keep it as funny as all this can be because I personally hate those comic strips where the characters get old and die, don’t you?
I wanted to share some photos of him with his bro and his dog sisters, because nothing heals like a load of cat photos. Down at the end is a classic video of him in action with his bro and The Puppy.
My son loved all the cat beds.
My son was a huge fan of Wolverine.
Here I am huffing the Ninja Twins in 2003. The Fluffy One is voicing his concern and The Slinky One just wants to get back to running up and down the stairs.
My Slinky Son was a fan of open windows and all the good stuff he could see through them. Birds, okay? Birds.
Here is a weird shot of The Woman creeping around behind The Slinky One, who is in full Ninja mode, blending into the grass.
I told you he liked lying on radiators, didn’t I?
My Slinky Son was a laid-back little dude.
When I get a tattoo, it’s going to be them like this. My yin-yang. The Ninja Twins.
Taking “If I fits, I sits,” to a new level, my Slinky son checked out mum’s cookware.
My Slinky son in his natural habitat, soaking up the solar powers of spring.
Look at my sexy son.
My Slinky son loved to dress up and his business attire was something he was very proud of.
While my Slinky son enjoyed dressing like a fireman, he wasn’t sure about my cheap costume of fire. Still, he humored me.
Yes, he was totally fine with this.
The Slinky One and his guide Puppy, chilling in the kitchen, where my Mum was cutting up some chicken for them.
My sons, the Ninja Twins, holding tails and looking at the world, together.
Why are you still reading? Go watch that video! Go!