08/01/2026
Yesterday we said goodbye to Yoshi. I’ve always said he was a cuddler not a fighter, but after 12 happy years of good health, the last year suddenly saw him fighting a whole heap of illnesses that just kept sn*******ng. He proved me wrong and fought really hard, but he doesn’t have to fight any more and he went to sleep in my arms, cosy, loved, and full of dreammies.
When and I went to visit a bunch of kittens all that time ago, Yoshi immediately chose Sharlotte, hopping up on her knee and watching happily as his brother Asterix rolled around the floor playing with me.
I’m forever grateful they chose us.
Yoshi has been an unwavering source of comfort and joy and cuddles for me and for Sharlotte, through house moves, job changes, kid leaving home, bereavement, mental health difficulties, physical injuries, the loss of Asterix, and all the other stuff life has life-d.
I am glad to say he was adored his whole life. He became a big brother to Daisy and Freddy, and got to meet (and finally nose boop) Sidney. He has hunted and collected many socks, became a brave outdoor kitty, stole butter, cake, whole eggs, pasta, a fat ball from the birds, and loved to eat pancakes. He has watched many horror movies with me and was always up for a nap and a cuddle. He was the chillest, friendliest, best natured cat I have ever met and I know his whole family will miss him terribly, as will all who knew him and got to clap his belly.
He spent his last couple of days close to us - only leaving Sharlotte’s pillow to cuddle into the crook of my arm, or to snooze curled up with Freddy right between us. I am thankful for that, and when this feeling of devastation passes I will look back on all these memories and smile.
