“Just” a cat but not to his human family

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

Tommy remindsBobi

who was here first   

    

Tommy at age 13, undaunted after a chastisement from the ineffectual would-be terrorist, Bobinski

RIP, little friend!

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About carolkean

novelist, reviewer, editor, book critic for Liberty Island and Perihelion Science Fiction; native prairie/guerilla gardener; champion of liberty, indie authors & underdogs; one of the top two reviewers in Editors &Preditors Poll 2015; Amazon Vine, NetGalley Top Reviewer
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2 Responses to “Just” a cat but not to his human family

  1. dslincoln51 says:

    I’m so sorry, Carol. I know the feeling: still miss Olive after four+ years. Tommy appears to have been quite the personality and a real suvivor. But congratulations on your new son-in-law! My best wishes to Claire and her husband.

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  2. jrewing58 says:

    Oh Carol, I am so, so sorry for your loss. There is no such thing as “just” a cat (or a dog), and it’s absolutely true that losing one of them is pretty high up there with the loss of a family member. (These little furry peeps have individual personalities and indeed are part of one’s “family.”)

    I’m just so glad he made it through until you returned so you could be there with him at the end, reminding him one last time how much you all loved him. These photos put massive lumps in my throat because I know exactly what you’re going through right now and the pain isn’t going anywhere anytime soon. They leave such big holes in our hearts. We reach for them, and they’re not there. Wish we lived closer so I could just hug you right now. My heartfelt condolences to all of you, and may Tommy rest in peace! Love you, girl!

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