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Farewell My Lucky

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Lucky passed away this afternoon at age 15.

Our handsome cat, Lucky was put to sleep. He lost his battle to feline aids and our surprise? Losing Lucky was very shocking!. He was a beautiful blonde tabby with extra toes often referred to as a Hemingway or a snowshoe cat.

You never can shake the sadness from your heart or stop the tears from streaming down your face, and no matter how many times we lose a pet, Lucky was our family member!

My husband was with him in the end; I was at work. I felt great guilt for not being able to hold him in my arms and to say good-bye. His original weight prior to being sick was twenty-eight pounds and  was a mere twelve pounds when he passed away.

Lucky began to drop the weight a month prior. He had stopped eating and would not drink the water. Why didn’t I notice his symptoms?

When I first met Lucky, he was my sister’s cat; Lucky was a beautiful kitten shaped like a ball of fur with a golden color hue and with dazzling blue eyes.

At the time, my sister was unable to care for Lucky.  In my heart, I knew he was meant to be with us. He loved the outdoors, except when a lightning storm hit.  The sound would give him such a scare, and he would go into hiding.

Lucky loved to eat. If you were not quick to serve his food? Watch out!  He would entangle himself between your legs. If not careful, you would fall.

He loved massages by anyone that visited our house, especially my best friend’s husband, Don.

Farewell my Lucky, my handsome cat. I know that you are now in a better place with no pain or suffering.

Lucky

A tender moment

Lucky 3

Christmas 2012

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Our Lucky


Lucky

Lucky, our cat is very cute. Doesn’t he look peaceful in his sleep?  What is he dreaming about? A chase up a tree after a squirrel, perhaps?  On the hunt after a rabbit in the yard?  He is probably dreaming about leaving a gift for me outside on the walkway.

In real life Lucky is not a hunter, but my other cat Phantom was. She was the huntress and has long passed. Lucky used to watch her as she go on her hunt, but he was never brazen enough to do the hunting.

Animal bad habits?  Lucky snores like a human. He can be quite startling, if you are not expecting it. If you close your eyes? You can easily imagine a person in the room doing the snoring.

Lucky has a good appetite, but is pretty needy. He originally belonged to my sister. We suspect that prior to my sister adopting him, he was abused. The story goes, as a kitten, Lucky was flung out of a truck.  Truth or not, I tend to believe it, based on his behavior.

Lucky has been with us about ten years. I always said that he belonged to us. Each time I visited my sister, he would come by me, being his owner was destined.

Lucky is an older cat, he tends to sleep most of the day and go out at night to do his business. That is the cat world!


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My Phantom Girl


It has been about two years since my cat; Phantom passed away and memories of her come fluttering through my mind. She was elderly, but in good shape for her years, maintaining her weight at eight and a half pounds. She was a trooper until the end. On her last evening, she comfortably laid down on our lawn and went in her sleep. I, imagine that she did not suffer.

A week or two prior I did notice that her walk was stiff. She was not as agile as a young kitty. I adopted Phantom from my dear friend, Joyce. Phantom and her family found their way to her house. Joyce took notice; she got all of them taken care of at the Vets and eventually found homes for all of them. Joyce and I worked together at the time.

One day, she approached me about adopting. I was unsure whether I should take on another pet. I did not have the best of luck with pets, plus I tend to get very attached to animals.

Finally, I agreed for Joyce to bring the cat to my house. From the moment, I saw her; I was in love,  so beautiful with all those colors of brown, rust and black. She was a calico cat, plus she had the extra toes like a Hemingway or a snowshoe cat. The best part, she looked like she was wearing a mask, half across her face was black and the other beige which made her green eyes appear even brighter.

Phantom, as a young cat she was very adventurous. My first scare with her? She lodged herself somehow behind the kitchen cabinet. I could not figure out how she did it. I thought I’d have to break the cabinet to rescue her, but she came out on her own.

On other occasions, she would jump from one wall shelf to another. Oh and the frosting on the cake? She would climb the center of our tree at Christmas time. I would not notice until the tree would tremble, tree ornaments would come flying off. She decided to do these activities at night. In case you did not know, cats are nocturnal. She was a challenge during that time, but she eventually outgrew all of those habits.

As an older cat, she liked coming in and out of the house. She hunted I did not like the idea at all especially when she would leave me what was left over from her hunt in front of our walkway.

With all of the challenges along the way I loved Phantom. She would make any owner proud. She was as loyal as can be. If I were sick,  she would jump on my bed, and I would feel her wet nose as she touched mine. It was her way of making sure that I was okay.

The memories of my Phantom Girl will always be in my heart.