July 19, 2000 - March 6, 2010
Thomas went from being an inside cat to outside cat at his insistence on Jan 18, 2010. I wish I had known then that he would only live another month and a half. He always wanted to be out in the sunshine and most the times I would let him out for a few minutes on really sunny days; I never left him outside because I was afraid another animal might attack him.
I gave in and let him start staying outside all the time though. We still brought him in on really cold nights to sleep in the house but he would race you to the door the next morning to go lounge outside again.
Thomas was my kitty guardian angel while he was here. He got me through a lot of tough times in the years since he was born.
I think that was what made it so hard to loose him. I had had him since the day he was born. I had named him Squeaker then because his little meow came out as a squeak. A few months later the name just didn't seam to fit, so I began to call him Thomas after the Thomas Magnum from Magnum, P.I. I'd always liked Tom Selleck.
I always called Thomas my strong but silent type. He got to where he wouldn't "speak" unless he lost me or was deeply upset. I can only recall him meowing twice in the past year. He had a deep rich purr that I will miss because above all he would always purr.
I tucked him into my husband's boot box the way he would have done himself had he been living because he always loved to curl up into shoe boxes. I then drove to my mom's house and buried him. That was the worst part, but it gave me lots of closure.
My mom insisted on going out with me to help. She was mainly there for moral support. I dug a little and cried a little. Once the hole was big enough, I opened the box to pet him one last time, then we placed him in his final resting spot and covered him up.
He now lays with his best friend. My dog we lost 7 years ago, Brownie. She and Thomas wasn't always on the best terms but you could always find them somewhere in the house together whether laying on my bed or on the floor. I don't know who was more confused the dog that thought she was a mama cat or the cat who thought he was a dog. Now they are both lying in the sunshine licking each others heads.
Thomas may you rest in peace next to your beloved chihuahua friend Brownie.I will miss you old man.
I gave in and let him start staying outside all the time though. We still brought him in on really cold nights to sleep in the house but he would race you to the door the next morning to go lounge outside again.
Thomas was my kitty guardian angel while he was here. He got me through a lot of tough times in the years since he was born.
I think that was what made it so hard to loose him. I had had him since the day he was born. I had named him Squeaker then because his little meow came out as a squeak. A few months later the name just didn't seam to fit, so I began to call him Thomas after the Thomas Magnum from Magnum, P.I. I'd always liked Tom Selleck.
I always called Thomas my strong but silent type. He got to where he wouldn't "speak" unless he lost me or was deeply upset. I can only recall him meowing twice in the past year. He had a deep rich purr that I will miss because above all he would always purr.
I tucked him into my husband's boot box the way he would have done himself had he been living because he always loved to curl up into shoe boxes. I then drove to my mom's house and buried him. That was the worst part, but it gave me lots of closure.
My mom insisted on going out with me to help. She was mainly there for moral support. I dug a little and cried a little. Once the hole was big enough, I opened the box to pet him one last time, then we placed him in his final resting spot and covered him up.
He now lays with his best friend. My dog we lost 7 years ago, Brownie. She and Thomas wasn't always on the best terms but you could always find them somewhere in the house together whether laying on my bed or on the floor. I don't know who was more confused the dog that thought she was a mama cat or the cat who thought he was a dog. Now they are both lying in the sunshine licking each others heads.
Thomas may you rest in peace next to your beloved chihuahua friend Brownie.I will miss you old man.
2 comments:
I'm so sorry you lost your fuzzy guy.
It's pretty fresh a hurt if it happened just this month. My heart goes out to you. These little beings are so very precious and so hard to lose.
Jazzie, our tiny red poodle, died in May last year, on the 16th, and I still really miss him, though we did pick out a wonderful little pound pup in October. Wolfie is helping us heal.
I'm enjoying your blog which I found on a search of "having the blahs". Lol.. so, I wish you Happy knitting!
My knitting mojo has been missing for a couple of months.
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