Our beautiful little cat of 15 years, Ginger died this morning at 3:30 am
after a long illness...
Our beautiful boy was never quite the same after his mum died last September.
He missed her something terrible and just kind of lost his spark and then just
fell into a lung condition that didn't respond to treatment....and the last couple of months have been torture for us as he has been in and out of the vets...the last time, last Friday, the vet said we should put him down...but we took him home instead, with us, in his own little bed, where he belonged and where we could love him to the very end....and it got tough...real tough...but it was the right thing for all of us, because when he decided to pass away, he gave us signs and it was over with in a few hours...and we are grateful that we stuck to our decision.
These cats were the reason we bought a house...Our landlord wouldn't let us have pets and these strays worked their way into our hearts and we got them in, and worked on their feral ways, with love love and more love. I saw the tender side of my husband come out...I'll never forget the first time I came home and heard him cooing and baby talking to him...Ginger was always "his pal"
Now this is from a man who swore he didn't like cats..."I'm allergic to them" is what he always said.
They became steadfast and true friends...Ginger picking him over me anyday...my boys stuck together.
Ginger would sit on the bathroom floor in the morning and watch him shave, they would play endless rounds of "tennis" and filbert nut throwing....Ginger was smart...real smart...come when your called smart unless the lure of freedom got to be to much for him and we would have to chase him a little bit...
Both our cats were inside cats...living where we do cars, crime, racoons, hawks, fleas, other cats, all were ready to play havoc...so we kept them indoors...after they got a bit older , I would sit outside with them in my side garden and watch over them.
They became steadfast and true friends...Ginger picking him over me anyday...my boys stuck together.
Ginger would sit on the bathroom floor in the morning and watch him shave, they would play endless rounds of "tennis" and filbert nut throwing....Ginger was smart...real smart...come when your called smart unless the lure of freedom got to be to much for him and we would have to chase him a little bit...
Both our cats were inside cats...living where we do cars, crime, racoons, hawks, fleas, other cats, all were ready to play havoc...so we kept them indoors...after they got a bit older , I would sit outside with them in my side garden and watch over them.
So today, my husband is building him a copper box, and we will lay our beautiful friend to rest in our garden next to his mum...
Our house is quiet ....
our hearts are so heavy..
our loss so complete...
