monkeyswrench
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Well crap,
15 years ago, my cell phone rings, wife's number. It's my two year old daughter on the line, "Orange Kitty?" Wife gets on, and says that an orange cat was on the porch, tiny little kitten, can we keep it? Two more kids, a couple houses and the move to the Az house. This cat, named Simba, had watched my kids grow up. He'd snitch on them if their lights were on in their bedrooms, or were arguing. He'd let me know if the temp was below 70 in the house, he was the "Cat-mom-meter...he was part of the family.
This evening he moved on. We had all been outside, cat watching us through the slider. My older son was a bit off today, oddly intuitive, very emotional...makes you wonder. Daughter comes inside to start dinner. Wife, boys and I were outside still. A few minutes later, daughter opens the slider, "There's something wrong with Simba!" He was taking his last few breathes as I got to inside, wife petting him as he was still purring a bit. Three crying kids, crying wife...but we were all there. My girl said he had started to shake, turned away from the door and just laid down. At least it was quick.
He's buried in the driveway loop, in his newer bed. I'm glad it happened when we were home, and not away, or my middle one here alone with the home school stuff.
I know you all are mostly dog people, and we have them too. This cat was a big part of the kids world, and mine too...
I'll always remember that phone call from my little girl...that same girl was opening a college acceptance letter yesterday...with the cat watching.
I buried some friends this last year. Damn though, watching my whole family cry, my whole world, is horrible. Nothing I could do to help.
15 years ago, my cell phone rings, wife's number. It's my two year old daughter on the line, "Orange Kitty?" Wife gets on, and says that an orange cat was on the porch, tiny little kitten, can we keep it? Two more kids, a couple houses and the move to the Az house. This cat, named Simba, had watched my kids grow up. He'd snitch on them if their lights were on in their bedrooms, or were arguing. He'd let me know if the temp was below 70 in the house, he was the "Cat-mom-meter...he was part of the family.
This evening he moved on. We had all been outside, cat watching us through the slider. My older son was a bit off today, oddly intuitive, very emotional...makes you wonder. Daughter comes inside to start dinner. Wife, boys and I were outside still. A few minutes later, daughter opens the slider, "There's something wrong with Simba!" He was taking his last few breathes as I got to inside, wife petting him as he was still purring a bit. Three crying kids, crying wife...but we were all there. My girl said he had started to shake, turned away from the door and just laid down. At least it was quick.
He's buried in the driveway loop, in his newer bed. I'm glad it happened when we were home, and not away, or my middle one here alone with the home school stuff.
I know you all are mostly dog people, and we have them too. This cat was a big part of the kids world, and mine too...
I'll always remember that phone call from my little girl...that same girl was opening a college acceptance letter yesterday...with the cat watching.
I buried some friends this last year. Damn though, watching my whole family cry, my whole world, is horrible. Nothing I could do to help.
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welcomed Simba at the Pearly Gates.
