Wednesday, September 6

Goodbye good friend!  

Hairy was a cat that used to greet me every morning. It was always to make sure that he got his morning milk, but he greeted me, and he got his milk. This past week, he hadn't been greeting me, in fact he was hiding. I had called for him in every room and never got a response.

So last night, he wasn't hiding for once, so I picked him up, just to see what was up. He was extremely thin, just fur, skin and bones with no muscle. He was also weazing pretty badly. I had this really bad feeling that I was going to have to put him down.

I didn't get up as early as I wanted. I have a wound on my ankle bone that is healing very slowly. I went to a wound center, and they scratched out what they could and put some silver halide onto the wound to cauterize it. If they think they are going to do that again, they are mistaken. I finally got up and showered and told The_Rose my plans. She talked me into waiting until she could go with me, especially after I broke down about how he probably would not be returning home with me.

We ended up getting to the vet's right as they opened for the afternoon. After a bit of a wait, and there's always a wait at this vet, we go in. He's having problems breathing, his abdomen was full of fluid, just fur and skin on top of bones. We could have run a bunch of tests, but there probably wouldn't be anything to do about his condition once we knew what it was. I had always thought that Hairy was probably about 3 years old when we got him. He was actually quite older. He was 12-14 years old. I didn't want to do it, but I made the decision to have him put down. I was amazed that through the examination, he was purring. He just laid on the table like a good little cat, as if he knew what was coming and was happy for it. They shaved his front paw, stuck the syringe in, and even as he was dying, he was still purring. He did not fight it.

Hairy was a stray that had been dropped off in our neighborhood when Sparx and Garfield were still living here. The daughter kept him fed, although I know he was also eating out of the garbage can, where he picked up a taste for human food. He was an odd cat. If you wanted him to eat something, it had to be on a plate and it had to be on the ground. If it was put up so that the dog wouldn't get it, he wouldn't eat it.

When we found out he was declawed and had been neutered, we kept him as an inside cat. Since the daughter was feeding Grizelle milk on a regular basis, Hairy wanted his mild too. And that became quite a regular basis, once in the morning and once in the evening.

I whistle. I whistle alot. Hairy would always come running to me when I was whistling. Evidently he had been trained to do that, like a dog. He always ignored The_Rose's whistle though. He also would become worried everytime I got in the shower. He'd meow at me a little while I was in the shower, but it was when the water was off that I really got a dressing down from him. There were a couple of times when he actually poked his nose in while I was showering to see what I was doing. Then he'd get a splash and would back off.

He was a cat that would rub against my legs, and allow me to scratch his head a little, but picking him up was something that he would purr like mad about, he wanted out of my arms as fast as he could.

Hairy, from living in this world you have definitely picked up some positive karma. I hope to cross paths with you again in a future life. Onward and upward Hairy.

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