Munkey s cat died

My Siamese cat Munkey died tonight 11.01.25. at 3 o'clock. he was a Time Master for over 25 years. That is a very long life for a cat. His passion was climbing the tallest trees and pussyfooting around. He died somehow easily, suddenly, quickly and without any help. He just threw up and then it was like he ran. All Cuz and I could do was be there for him and we were. So fast, just five minutes. Everything is going to be different now.
But it's weird, I don't feel like he's gone. But he's gone. He died almost under my chair. And immediately rigor mortis set in, but in a majestically beautiful pose, a graceful feline stride. Cuse and I kept you cozy company long afterward.
There's more death than life in this world now.  But we've had a localized finale of localized cat fates here.
Who cares? It's always about something bigger. There's always something more.
Munky, that's exactly the problem - it's always about something more, isn't it?
Cats always come and go as the eras change.  I don't know why I don't feel he's no longer here, quite the opposite. But things are different now.
My pathos is his bad influence by the way, you know, Siamese cats in general are extremely prim and arrogant and independent. 25 years is a good life.
A large and beautiful tree climbing animal that is adored by all. 15 kilos, come on, we'll eat any dog on the street if it attacks us. Manky, every passerby liked you. It's a poseur. I'm not arguing, but I like their real smiles too.
But we liked walking in the woods more. We're pretty mystical and unsociable.
Are you sure you're dead? Yeah, I saw it.
What are we gonna do about Cuz? We're real simpletons and commoners.
No, we won't feel sorry for ourselves, we're not in the habit of it.
Faces of death? We have a light one, but it varies.
Twice in our lives we've accidentally stumbled across dead cats in some bushes on a walk, and you Munkey jumped back in horror. So the most horrifying thing is not so horrifying?
And no longer taboo.
But we'll miss your company, Munky. I've witnessed most of your life, as you've witnessed mine. You no longer have the harness of my attention, free at last!
Don't climb too high.
I'm under the tree. Come on down, stop sitting there, that's the spirit. I always knew you'd be a man with a bad temper someday.
I won't wake up tomorrow, maybe someone else will. Things will be different now.
I think Kuzya has seen more than me and he doesn't seem sad.
Oh, they always have more than one life to live.
Heading east, this last cat run was toward the sunrise.
What does that text mean? I'm sorry, I can't say goodbye to you forever. Who's gonna be the safety net under the tree in case something happens?
Insurance for what?
I'll jump here,
I don't think it's too high.
Crows? They're our enemies. We just don't climb where they nest.
no matter what happens, this is always your home, but this death was a swift escape.
where are my cat's feelings now?
I'd better go to sleep, I guess, and hope someone else wakes up instead of me.
What's a world disaster? We haven't seen the news today.
but I'm sure they'd like to tell us about something bigger.

“They, individually and collectively, will always have something far more important and meaningful to you, far more than your life and death, don't accept it.”
Cat Munky.