My Lucky boy is gone.
I'd like to tell you about the life of my cat Lucky. When I was six years old my sisters cat Tabitha had a litter of kittens. My parents let me keep a beautiful longhaired calico kitten who I named Sarah. Sarah slept with me every night and would follow me around the house and yard. When I was about eight years old Sarah had a litter of kittens. My parents agreed to let me keep one kitten from the litter and I chose a large orange and white tabby.
I found out a couple weeks later that all of the other kittens had died, one was killed by a dog and the other hit by a car so I named mine Lucky. He has the loudest purr of any cat I've ever owned and he wasn't stingy with it! I could sit on the couch and he would stretch out across my legs and keep me company for hours at a time. I could tell him my secrets and he was honestly one of my best friends as a child. He was an indoor/outdoor cat. My dad didn't believe in cats being strictly inside.
When Lucky was about two years old he stumbled across our blue heelers litter of puppies and was attacked by our dog. He disappeared for several months and went feral. I seldom on saw him for the next 10 years but I was the only person he would let hold or pet him. I went to college for a few years and my parents took over putting food out for him. When I came home Lucky had decided to come inside for the evenings, being 15 years old he had trouble staying comfortable on the cold evenings. He adjusted well to having my dogs and blind siamese cat in the house with him. He ruled them all with an iron paw! I remember the first time my blind cat ran into him he raised his paw like he was going to smack him, then he took a close look kinda like he realized Nathaniel couldn't help it, and then just lowered his paw and walked away.
By this time Lucky didn't have any teeth left so he was fed canned food and I would soak the dry cat food so he could eat it. I bathed him because he had trouble grooming and he took to it with no problems!
He stayed active and other than losing a bit of muscle mass was reatively healthy until the week before I had him put to sleep. He just slept more and more, he slept so much I had to wake him up to eat, drink, or use the litterbox. I didn't want him to waste away or suffer so I made the appointment and he passed away peacefully. I buried him in my yard. I still catch myself looking for him all the time and I start to cry when I remember again that he isn't here....
Last edited by marie73; 03-06-2013 at 04:10 AM.