Harold, the “Old Deaf Cat” of the “… and Idiot Dog” sign, left us sometime in the night, after making his ‘goodbye’ rounds yesterday. He spent some time in the doghouse with said ‘idiot dog’, talked, cuddled his humans, and though interested in the offerings, declined even the salmon I divvied up at dinner time. He was one of the sweetest of cats you’d ever want to meet. Never picked a fight, but never let anyone get away with bullying him, either. Even to the end, his cohorts respected him, cuddling closely to help keep him warm, moving away from the dish to let him in, with no challenge. The vying for ‘top-cat-manship’ happened last week, but didn’t involve any challenge to him, just jockeying for position between the other males. I trust he will carry our love to all our friends on the other side of that rainbow bridge. He will be much missed. He even liked it when I whistled.
My sentiments are the same as cowtime’s and James’s. What a dear cat. What a wonderful way to go.
Grieve for him, and then remember him with love and pleasure.
Lesley
It was all that good healthy farm livin’.
We lost our farm dogs this year-both made it to 17 that we knew of , they came as adults. We had to put down our three legged Jeeter in August when he could no longer get up. He too was a gentle kind soul. Unlike Gracie, who was a tough old bitch in every sense of the word. For all her years, she ruled with an iron jaw over all the many dogs and cattle here. Her greatest joy was to sink her teeth into a reluctant bovine and put it in it’s place. She left us at the end of Oct. Literally, one morning she was not at her spot on the front porch by the door. We looked and looked but never did find her. There are just too many places to go to die on a farm and I’m sure she found her spot. This was very in character for her.
I have no picture of Jeeter. He was abused before he came here and was terrified of anything being pointed at him, even a camera. But here is Grace a week before she left.
It really does seem strange when they’ve been with us so long and are woven into our lives so tightly.
A lovely dog, and it looks like you live in a very beautiful place.
It really does seem strange when they’ve been with us so long and are woven into our lives so tightly.
Gods yes. My wife and I sort of have our own language…‘Bug and Chewie contributed many things to its content: "Sleevin’," “just hanging around,” “Doin’ a 'Bug,” “kiss-kiss-CHOMP”–there are many many such phrases which are still used just about every day and which originally were funny things that these two ferrets did.
'Bug and Chewie are now just fond memories, their bodies long gone, but they will live on in our hearts until the day when our turn comes, and we, too, must sleep. If the Lady has a sleeve, Chewie is for sure to be found hanging out in it, and 'Bug is looking for a way to escape and explore.
I still can’t write about them without getting tears in my eyes.
It’s never easy to lose a beloved pet. HUGS to you!
