Marvin

2010 - 2018

By Heather Horgen

July 12^th, 2018

Where do I begin?

On Wednesday, July 11th, Marvin crossed the rainbow bridge. Van and I were both there with him. I’m thankful that he’s no longer suffering, and that he’s in heaven eating tuna and chicken with gravy, chewing on cardboard, and chasing feathers all day.

We knew this day was coming; this winter he started losing weight and the likely cause was cancer. I was devastated when I heard that diagnosis. He was only 8 years old and I always thought he would be with us for a long time. Marvin was a special cat, and we were the perfect match. I'm glad that he chose me to be his guardian and that we got to be companions for 7 years.

In 2011 I got divorced, which meant a lot of things, but one very important thing was that I was able to get a cat. I moved into my own apartment, got all new furniture, and went to the St. Paul Humane Society. I met a lot of kitties there, but none of them picked me.

I went to PetSmart, and there he was. But not wanting to make any rash decisions, I went home. I kept thinking about that friendly orange guy who meowed a lot, and knew that I had to go back and get him.

When I brought him home he wasn’t shy at all. He explored my entire apartment, and not having bought any toys, I balled up some tinfoil for him to bat around.

He was a snuggler!

He liked to sleep on top of me, which obviously meant I couldn't move, but I loved waking up in the morning with him sleeping peacefully tucked in next to me.

What a handsome guy!

Cats are usually described as dainty or sly, but Marvin was neither. He meowed. A LOT. He purred loud. He chewed up paper. He knocked over my plants and was an aggressive litter box digger. He liked to be held and he loved to cuddle on my lap. I think he chose me because he knew I would love all of his quirks, and loved cuddling just as much.