…and still do. Today is National Pet Memorial Day.
In the early days, I did not have a camera and, of course, the internet was non-existent. I have great memories from my first cat to the present. Cats have always been a huge part of my life. I just want to share a few of them with you.
Chuck (aka Chuckie) came to live with my son and me in the early 70’s. My son was a toddler then, often seen toddling around with Chuck draped over his arm, feet dragging on the ground, and looking totally content.
Buddy and PeeJay joined our little family and made a happy trio of cats, for as long as they could stay.
Years continue and so do the heartaches of losing other cats. I jump to Boomer and Burt whose personalities were the opposite of each other. Burt was the sweet, quiet one. Boomer was the tough guy who would walk the city sidewalks unleashed, with my son. They traveled with us a lot and were constant companions. Then Boomer left…and then Burt.
As one cat leaves, another adopts us. New cats are never “replacements”. I honor their paths in life and in death. This time was different. I waited for a cat from a dream I had…and that is when Fisher found me. From the beginning I knew this relationship was different. Fisher… I could write a book. Maybe I will someday. I already know she is interested in helping, because after almost eighteen years together, we are still together in hearts connected.
Wart came along shortly after Fisher and we were soon joined by Bozo, who brought her human man with her. I called her Tallulah, because she was quite the Grande dame. She adopted Geoff after his marriage ended and she knew he was very sad. Eventually, this little tiger kitty, living outdoors in the freezing cold and snow found him. He thought calling the her Bozo would prevent him from falling in love with her. It did not work. She lived a happy life and was the first of this trio to go.
And Wart, my little big man is gone now, too. He left at the end of May of this year. Oh the stories I could tell. He had one rule: ‘Never, ever, come near me with a brush.’ He was impeccably groomed by himself, which led to one of his nicknames, The Fonz.
If cats only knew – but of course they know – how much their love helps their humans.
The scene is always changing, many moves, and new adventures, but the one thing that is stable in my life is that I always know where home is. It is where the cats are.
Wishing our friends a peaceful day, Jobi and Fisher