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mancha_sama) wrote2011-03-21 07:47 pm
mancha_sama) wrote2011-03-21 07:47 pm
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Set sail for the other side...
If you happen to read this, oh brother of mine (and you know which one you are), you suck. Really. Learn some tact, and not whatever cutesy bullshit you tried on me.
You might be able to tell by my picture that this is another one of those "not to be commented on" posts. Sorry, I want to vent a little sadness, not receive sympathy. I knew this was coming since I visited over Christmas; dear Tanis, the little pirate with more luck (good and bad) than most, has passed away.
That is the last of 'my' cats, then. Mysti died years ago, a passing sadness that was more because the little hellion was a childhood companion. She wasn't always bad, but she didn't tug at the heart. Song, my dearest, dearest buddy. Gods, I still miss you, and wish I'd been able to visit you one last time. And now Tanis, the little pirate with his "Arr~" meow, is gone. All the cats I grew up with. There is still Teto/Tasha (whichever she's being called), but I don't know her. I don't know how her meow sounds, where she likes to be pet, how she likes to interact... She came to my mom's family long after I'd left.
But this is about Tanis. Tanis who survived getting hit by a car, who I nursed back to health when he probably would have stopped eating at that time. Baby food is smelly, by the way. But I wasn't going to school, so I was there all day long to make sure he ate, whether he wanted to or not. Soon enough he got better, and began eating on his own again. Cracked skull, missing fang, not as mobile, but whole. And of course there's the poisonous spider incident I only heard about. Silly boy. But he survived that too.
He was definitely a lap cat. Oh yes, he even made himself comfortable in my lap when I'd only squatted down for a minute. Would have slept there too, if I could have held my balance. Cuddles and purrs and too much drooling (especially after the accident), but such a sweetheart. He even put up with being picked up, reluctantly.
He was deteriorating quickly toward the end. Couldn't jump or climb, limped very slowly, had diabetes and a special diet... And then he started getting worse. They took him to the vet, and found a tumor on or near his liver. Possibly caused/developed from a previous impact. The car accident? Most likely. I assume they had him put down, but since someone can't even tell me straight that he died, I don't know at the moment.
I'm sad, and a bit depressed over it. He was a sweetheart who will live long in my memories. Persistent bugger too. He was another street cat, and almost the exact opposite of Song. He was so friendly, he came in through the cat window, and right into my mom's lap. She'd never seen him before that. Oh, she didn't want a third cat at the time, so she shooed him out, multiple times, with the hose, but he kept coming back. So he was adopted in, and I can't say I regret it.
I think that's about all. It wasn't as heartbreaking as Song, but I will miss Tanis just as much. Sleep well, my friends.
You might be able to tell by my picture that this is another one of those "not to be commented on" posts. Sorry, I want to vent a little sadness, not receive sympathy. I knew this was coming since I visited over Christmas; dear Tanis, the little pirate with more luck (good and bad) than most, has passed away.
That is the last of 'my' cats, then. Mysti died years ago, a passing sadness that was more because the little hellion was a childhood companion. She wasn't always bad, but she didn't tug at the heart. Song, my dearest, dearest buddy. Gods, I still miss you, and wish I'd been able to visit you one last time. And now Tanis, the little pirate with his "Arr~" meow, is gone. All the cats I grew up with. There is still Teto/Tasha (whichever she's being called), but I don't know her. I don't know how her meow sounds, where she likes to be pet, how she likes to interact... She came to my mom's family long after I'd left.
But this is about Tanis. Tanis who survived getting hit by a car, who I nursed back to health when he probably would have stopped eating at that time. Baby food is smelly, by the way. But I wasn't going to school, so I was there all day long to make sure he ate, whether he wanted to or not. Soon enough he got better, and began eating on his own again. Cracked skull, missing fang, not as mobile, but whole. And of course there's the poisonous spider incident I only heard about. Silly boy. But he survived that too.
He was definitely a lap cat. Oh yes, he even made himself comfortable in my lap when I'd only squatted down for a minute. Would have slept there too, if I could have held my balance. Cuddles and purrs and too much drooling (especially after the accident), but such a sweetheart. He even put up with being picked up, reluctantly.
He was deteriorating quickly toward the end. Couldn't jump or climb, limped very slowly, had diabetes and a special diet... And then he started getting worse. They took him to the vet, and found a tumor on or near his liver. Possibly caused/developed from a previous impact. The car accident? Most likely. I assume they had him put down, but since someone can't even tell me straight that he died, I don't know at the moment.
I'm sad, and a bit depressed over it. He was a sweetheart who will live long in my memories. Persistent bugger too. He was another street cat, and almost the exact opposite of Song. He was so friendly, he came in through the cat window, and right into my mom's lap. She'd never seen him before that. Oh, she didn't want a third cat at the time, so she shooed him out, multiple times, with the hose, but he kept coming back. So he was adopted in, and I can't say I regret it.
I think that's about all. It wasn't as heartbreaking as Song, but I will miss Tanis just as much. Sleep well, my friends.