This was Tommy, brother of Timmy, who mysteriously vanished after death threats from the neighbor who caught him killing mice and birds in her horse barn. Note the hooves behind Tommy, who was banished to a horse farm five miles away lest he escape to the neighbors’ (habitual offender, he was) and go the way of his twin brother Timmy. Years later we brought Tommy home again, flea-bitten, and cleaned him up, and he had two more good years here. (Little Bonnie the calico, sad to say, was never seen again–by us–at the barn.)
Card from Kenwood Animal Clinic (angel statue looks like Ted, the neighbor dog)
We had to put Mr. Tom, aka Tomaso Picasso, aka Sir Thomas Aquinas, His Highness, down at the vet’s the day after our return from the first wedding in our family (daughter Claire August 15). Tommy is the size and weight and cuddly-cuteness of a newborn baby. He’d squeeze my shoulder and purr and let me carry him for the longest time.
Like Mary and her Little Lamb, he followed me everywhere outside. I knew I’d miss him but it’s much more than I expected. To bury a child is the worst, but to lose a pet like him (“just” a cat) ranks pretty high up there with loss of a family member.
I thought I’d cried myself dry a few days before the wedding, and I got through the wedding day without tears, only to come home and find Tom unable to walk or drink water. He spent the night at my side, the next day on the sofa with Mariel and me, and at last we had the vet put an end to his suffering.
Tommy, still breathing peacefully in Mariel’s lap, before the end
Kenwood Animal Clinic sent a great card
Tommy dug a sort of shallow grave for himself the last week of his life – at the time I thought he was just nesting in the shade like a little bird in nest
Tommy loved rolling in the dried grass, dirt and hay
who was here first
Tommy at age 13, undaunted after a chastisement from the ineffectual would-be terrorist, Bobinski
RIP, little friend!