Part of me is relieved today. The curse of threes is complete.
My kitty was put to sleep last night as my mom held him. He lived to be almost a full 18 years old ... and from an alley cat beginning too, literally.
My mom found him in the alley behind her office one day. The staff had gone to treat a medical emergency in the alley and she noticed him afterward. The doctor that lived across the alley said he had been hanging around lately. She took him and put him on the doctor's porch out of harms way. The little kitten was still sitting right where she left him when she went to go home.
I still remember naming him when I was only a girl. My mom brought home the tiny tabby in a cardboard box. I had just seen The Land Before Time and wanted to name him after the lost little dinosaur with no family, Little Foot. The name did always feel right for him. He was an adventurer, a survivor, curious, and full of love. He was never a stereotypical snob cat. He didn't like to be held, but he would rub on you and nuzzle with you for hours.
Always the cat that wanted to try to run outside, to find something new and interesting, he got himself and the others in a bit of trouble from time to time. They never had his spirit though - too scared to really venture out and too timid to know what to do in their new surroundings when they did.
Before the divorce, he had our German Shepard to count on when he managed to get out without us noticing. They'd be curled up sleeping together in the morning, her keeping him warm in the cold desert night. Later, he had to fend for himself when he got out. Gone missing for an entire week, he managed to do just that. No claws, in coyote country, vulnerable to birds of prey, and still he managed to come back in one piece without a scratch.
The doctors told us he should have been dead two years ago, that he would never make it once he left the hospital, but he went on living his laid back, sweet ways and proved them wrong. He had his ups and downs since then, but he had a good run of it.
I will never forget the way he would squeek to meow or the way he would reach his paw out as far as he could and tap your leg to remind you that he was there. Now I will have a plaster mold of his paw print to always remind me instead.
Posted by Princess Cat at August 31, 2006 03:55 PM @ 03:55 PM in Way Down Inside // Permalink | TrackBackI'm sorry he's gone but I'm glad you have such great memories to hold onto and that he had such a long and great life.
I also remember watching The Land Before Time. Little Foot was one of my favorites.
Posted by: Sissy at August 31, 2006 04:11 PMSorry to hear about your kitty. I'm glad he was such a good friend to you and that you have a little piece of him to keep with you!
Posted by: caltechgirl at August 31, 2006 04:21 PMI'm so very sorry about this. You were just telling me about your beloved animals a few days ago. Keep the memories close.
When my animals go, I know I will be a wreck.... They give us so much comfort and unconditional love.
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(That was cheesy. I never call people babe.)
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Posted by: The Dude at August 31, 2006 11:57 PMBy the way...
Please disregard the tone of my comment above.
It was completely inappropriate to the post in which it appeared.
Shit.
I am sorry.
I have a 14 1/2 year old lab and a 13 year old golden retriever.
And, more importantly, a 9 year old calico cat named Doodlebug (there is a picture on today's post...)
There is nothing I could say that would make you feel better.
Take some time off work and Fuck your employer if they need to know why.
I have never had any human being, including my mother, love me as completely, as unconditionally, without reservations or hesitations, like my cat has.
God Bless, Little Foot.
And my condolences to you, Princess Cat.
Posted by: Joe at September 1, 2006 12:04 AM... at least Little Foot lived a long and happy life.... and was cared for by a good family....
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Posted by: Sassy Brown at September 2, 2006 03:55 PMSorry about your kitty-kat. I have three, and the oldest is now between 12 and 14. We don't know exactly because he came from a shelter. His day is not far off, I suspect, and I'll miss him terribly. He has turned from angry and bite-y to he world's greatest lap cat and foot warmer, although still of course all on his terms.
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