These are the words of Björn, Koshka’s husband.
Today we held the funeral service for my mother. She was an artist and one who had cats as a kid and then later in life, when a couple of strays moved in, a few years between them.
Otto was a tomcat who was an opportunist, but Oskar won her and my dad’s hearts. A mean neighbor across the road had him caught and euthanized, something that grieved her for years afterwards. Mom got along really well with my old cat, Pyret, and when Koshka moved to Sweden, she got the opportunity to meet Jacoby and Angel.
She met them while visiting our home, and Jake being a social kitty liked the attention (and the chance of getting a snack or two). This was at a joint birthday party for my son Kalle and me, last March (2017).
We brought Jake for Christmas at my mother’s house in 2016 and 2017.
He enjoyed the change of scenery, and the opportunity to sample some Swedish Christmas food. Jake seemed to enjoy Swedish kaviar (creamy salty fish egg paste).
Mom slipped him a few tidbits, which made her a great two-legged being in his eyes. That last Christmas the first symptoms of Mom’s illness appeared, but we didn’t know that she would be gone less than nine months later. She was too sick to come visit us and see Lorelai and Izaak. We are sure she would’ve loved the young kitties, too. Our cats have lost a friend.
Björn, I am so sorry for your loss. Your mother was a lovely woman, and your words show her to be kind as well. I believe that many have lost a friend, and I offer my condolences to you, your family, and all who loved her.
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Thank you! Mom felt like she wasn’t finished with life, but pancreatic cancer is usually fatal.
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I’m so, so sorry. You mother sounds like she was such an awesome lady and cat lover, Björn.
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Thanks! She loved our cats, and loved to have them around when she visited or when we came visiting.
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Bjorn’s mother looked like s sweet lady. And I am so sorry about what that nasty neighbor did to Oskar. Inexcusably cruel.
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