One Cat Pass

The 9 x 12 inch drawing from my last post is finished. I posted it on my YBWorks blog, but here it is for those who don’t go there. I’m calling it “One Cat Pass” as the cat in the drawing represents a cat shaped gate for Mr. Marsberry to pass through on his way out of here.

Sometimes, I think he is still here as I see a cat shaped dark spot at his guard dog post by the door in the wee hours of the night, then look again and it is gone.

Thanks for looking!

RIP Mars

RIPmarsMr. Marsberry Cat died Monday, April 4, 2016, peacefully at home while sound asleep on his favorite blanket.  He was 18 years old. RIP Mars.

The photo for his memorial button was snapped last year. I haven’t made them yet… but do think one will be a magnet to stick on his ash tin. People call to offer replacement cats, but I can’t do this again.

Hard Call


My beloved Marsberry is wasting away. He is down to 11 lbs, 13.8 ounces. He was a big cat, not quite 15 pounds in his prime, then he gained weight due to inactivity in old age. The last time the vet weighed him, he tipped the scales at 18 so he has rapidly lost ye a third of his body weight.

Mr. Marsberry Cat

Marsberry, January 2015

Yes, the photo is over a year old… I don’t want to post his last photo. That’s as messed up as posting a human’s last photo in a newspaper.

Dr. O’Donnell, from BARK Mobile Pet Vet, is coming here on Monday so Marsberry can die peacefully at home. She is so gentle with animals that Mars never even flinched when she’s given him shots before, so hopefully it will go down as gentle as possible. Then Becker Angel Rest will handle the arrangements.

People might think I’m a little nuts, especially since DIY euthanasia is still considered acceptable by many folks around here (bullets are cheaper than vets) but, I don’t want Marsberry to be scared. He is 18 years old. I don’t want his last memory to be in some strange place or worse yet, with dogs barking in the background. Why torture him when sparing his agony is the reason we are doing this?

Later on, when I have a place of my own again, I will make a special piece of garden art in his memory that will either hold his ashes or mark where they are buried.