He slept under the covers hppily without dsturbing my sleep, he sat on my lap without feeling heavy, he licked my hand without roughness. He happily ate whatever I provided (especially tuna), played wand toys any chance I gave, and was a kind and protective big brother to LC who arrived the year after he did. He protected LC from Mean Old Tinkerbelle.
He patrolled the yard endlessly to make sure there were no introoders. He was a dedicated and talented Mouser. He was always relaxed in in himself, by which, I mean he knew who he was and never had to pretend to be otherwise.
Skeeter was Skeeter all the way.
He had a hard start. I found him in a small local pet shop alone in a cage where the whole store was being beaten apart loudly. I had gone in looking for a Siamese, I came out with him. It was one of the best decisions I ever made.
He never quite recovered from the horrible noise and dust of his kittenhood, and I protected him from that all the days of his life. When LC came along from the same store, he welcomed her.
Skeeter was MY kitty, LC was his...
Skeeter once grew to 16 pounds of mancatly hunter. I saw him jump once 6' high to catch a sparrow. He was all muscle!!!
In his last years he lost weight down to 14 then 12 pounds. He was still a great hunter. There were fewer voles and mice his years than any years before or since.
In his last year, he lost weight and muscle. I had never had a cat who lived to 16 before. The Good Vet explained about kidney failure and we did our best for him his last months. The vet said he would start to loose balance at the end, but would not be feeling pain, but that I should bring him in at that point.
"That Point" occurred on December 9, 2008, and I brought him to his final vet visit Dec 10th.
He left my world at 3:45 PM, in my arms, as I told him much I loved him...
I brought his body home and laid it out for LC and Ayla to sniff. I wanted them to know (as best they could) that he gone, not wandered off. LC understood, I think. Ayla was young, but she seemed to understand. They both sat next to him for a while. Then the both slowly walked away at the same time.
I brought him out to the spot he had last seemed to enjoy and dug a 2' deep hole for him.
I love Ayla, Iza, and Marley very much, and I am deeply glad for them. And I am glad for the ones who came before. But Skeeter was the first cat who lived his whole life with me and had me send him off to the Bridge.
His first moment home...
In his prime, and just look at those fur patterns..
On his last day...
Oh Skeeter, I miss you so much.
You would be proud of the Cat's-Who-Came-After. Marley keeps the peace as you did. Iza and Marley are great mousie-hunters. Ayla remembers you (and LC), and is the great hunter you taught her to be. Your hunting skills have lived on from one generation to the next...
I just KNOW you and LC are romping through the fields over the Bridge together. We will meet again one day...
