Living With Pets

[Schmoe1]

I grew up a dog person and have morphed into a cat person.  Anyway, here's our 2 month old Maine Coon...

Our Garbanzo died today, he somehow got poisoned.  We get the occasional field mice, and he was a magnificent hunter of them.  We think he got one with poison already in it.  He was a bit lethargic yesterday so we kept an eye on him, today he couldn't move at all, it's like he was paralyzed. 

My wife took him to the vet, they said he was poisoned and that it was already too late.  Of course I was at work, so I didn't even get to say goodbye to him, though my wife kissed him goodbye for me.

I'm crushed, that cat would greet me like a dog when I came home from work.  And the second I layed down in bed, he jumped up and stood on my chest with all of his 17 pounds and would head butt me and bite me if I stopped petting him.  Half the time, his annoying ass would jump into bed before I got in, so I'd have to pick him up and lay down.

He was so tolerant of my girls, especially my 4 year old.  He never hissed, never used his claws.

He was a perfect cat.  Rest in peace, Garbanzo.

funny how the aggravating citters we call pets grow on you and all their little i love you things they do. the loss you feel when their gone tends to stick with you for a while, there have been a couple cats over the years that i had that i still think about and miss them.

just remember that he was a happy cat and loved you guys and knew who his people were.

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You're right, this one will stick with me for a while.  He loved everyone, but he was definitely MY cat, he'd sleep with me at night for a while until he went off and did whatever cats do at night.  There's solace in knowing we gave him a good life, but it kills me that it was so short.