Re: Putney is gone
- Deare Debra,
Your tribute to Putney is just beautiful. I own an ornery cat
named Peter and I think he's incredible. He hates everyone but his
family, and like Putney, he too likes to "capture" a piece of
clothing and drag it around the house. I can only imagine your grief
right now. You were a great Mom to this cat and you gave him a
wonderful life. I am truly sorry for your loss.
--- In email@example.com, Debra Yarrington
> He left last night at 4:00 am. He was sleeping with me on the bed,and
> he must have gotten confused and tried to get off the bed by goingover
> the headboard. He crashed into my nightstand and fell to thefloor. I
> called the emergency vet to tell them we were coming in. But thenhe
> bellowed 3 times. I went and held him. He arched his back andstretched
> out his paws, and that was it. There were a few more gasps ofbreath,
> but they were just his body - he was already gone. He was my firstcat
> and my handsome boy.loudly
> He was 4 weeks when he came to me, with huge orange-gold eyes in
> this tiny black fuzzy body. I found him under a porch meowing
> -apparently his mom had been frightened off and moved the otherbabies
> but hadn't come back for him. When I first brought him home, hecouldn't
> figure out how to drink on his own, he was afraid of the toys Ibought him
> (they were bigger than he was), and he couldn't get into the litterbox
> - I had to build a ramp for him.heavier,
> He was my cat and my cat only. He liked to travel on my shoulders.
> When he was a baby he'd climb up my legs and back and just sit on
> my shoulder as I went about my business. As he got older and
> he still liked to sit on my shoulders. I'd have a 22 lb catwrapped around
> my neck. I'd end up with a neckache.he'd
> He hated and terrorized everyone else. An exboyfriend called him
> Satan's spawn. He cornered one of my visiting friends in the spare
> bedroom for hours one day while I was at work. He bit, hissed at,
> and scratched everyone but me. All the other cats (except Tigger)
> were afraid of him. He was ornery. But he'd let me do anything to
> him. And he slept curled up with me every night, his head leaning
> on my stomach. He always slept on my shoe, so I'd always go
> to work and class with one shoe covered with Putney fur.
> He was very smart. He knew tricks, like "up up" and "where's your
> toy?" He played fetch like a dog. He could open doors with his
> paws. And he knew all the cats' names, so if I called for a cat,
> look at the cat I was calling for.dies,
> My goddaughter left her pink knit hat at my house when she was
> 1 year old. That became Putney's hat. He'd "capture" it and then
> he'd carry it around, proudly meowing his "I am the hunter king"
> meow. I'd always tell him how brave he was for catching the
> evil pink hat.
> Putney loved to be brushed. He'd preen and purr and I'd always
> call him my handsome boy. As he grew older, he got strands
> of white mixed in with the black. His coat turned a beautiful
> salt and pepper silver. Everyone would tell me how handsome
> he was. I even had one (insensitive) friend tell me, "when he
> you should stuff him because he's beautiful!" He had big golden
> Ironically, with the kittens, Putney had finally found a friend.
> The little girl Sarabi liked Putney and would curl up with him.
> At first he looked completely affronted by her affection, but
> I think he was growing to like it, and I think it would have been
> so good for him. He was the grandfather of my group. I was
> looking forward to his finally being the patriarch and all the joys
> it brought.
> You should never write these things. They never do your loved one
> justice. I can't satisfactorily convey his ornery personality or
> the way he like to lick the palm of my hand or the way he could
> just sit there and look at people and intimidate them, but I knew
> it was all bluff. To never feel his soft fur under my hand, or to
> see those huge gold eyes again hurts so badly.
> I'll miss him. I'll miss him so much. I love him.
- I'm sorry to hear about Putney. I've only just joined this group,
but your post made me feel like I knew him. It's so painful to lose
them, and memories seem to hurt so badly. He's looking down on your
and the rest of your fur-family, knowing he was loved, and knowing
that in time, those tears of sorrow will turn into sweet memories of
the times the two of you have shared.