Thread: Just Reply with their name .....

I've had so many pets over the years that it would take all day to honor all of them....they were all loved and missed. But there are three that literally scarred me when they passed away. In reverse order according to when they lived:

My Victory. Aka, Victor. My Savannah who hated everyone but me. It took 6 techs at the vet to give him his shots, yet I have video of me holding him upside down while he purred. He would lay up in my stepdaughter's bed and growl at her when she climbed into it. I'd have to go get him. He was a nose kisser to me. He's purr and kiss my whole face if I let him. He died too young. He slipped outside and was hit on the road. I still haven't gotten over it. But I think it was divine intervention because I was so attached to him that I couldn't bring myself to re-home him despite the fact that he was so unpredictable with anyone but me. I was afraid that someone else would abuse him for attacking.

Patience. Aka, Fat cat..or The Fatness. I stopped by a farm with a free kitten sign at the age of 17. All kittens scattered..they were nearly feral. She walked out from where she was hiding, marched right up to me, and yowled at me. Loudly as if she was telling me off. And she was mine. She couch surfed with me loyally all through my 20's. Was the most adaptable cat I had ever met. She was my character barometer when I was dating...if she didn't like them, there was something wrong. She'd also alert me to intruders outside of wherever we were living by growling at the entrance. She hated Stuffy. She got sick on Easter 2007. She had a tumor and had to be put to sleep. If you have Patience, then you will have Victory in whatever you do. Victor was an impulse buy borne of mourning.

Stuffy. The cross eyed Siamese who slept on my head from the age of 9 to 18. Then lived in what used to be my closet after I moved out for college...leaving only to wander from room to room looking for me. He lived until I was 27, and waited for me to be at home for the night before falling asleep with me one more time. Stuffy hated Patience. When I tried to bring him to live with me, he would escape and sit in the road and stare at me in defiance. I lived in a quiet neighborhood where it was safe for my cats to run about, but still. I got the point and took him back to live in my childhood bedroom.

Now I'm going to go sob somewhere