People think that when you move away, even after ten years, you don't care about those critters that you shared your life with.
Not me.
We adopted Gus in 1998. We met him at a FOCAS adoption center in a PetSmart in Maryland. This four year old cat needed a home, and we needed help to heal. Mom put her hand in his cage and he nuzzled his head under her hand. It was a sign from our beloved Nicky that this boy would take care of us.
A week later we went back to adopt him. A cute little tortie kitten almost came home instead, but I knew that THIS was the boy for us. Mom always says that I was his champion.
When we brought him home he was very scared. His cries sounded like a baby kitten. He hid behind dishes in the microwave cabinet.
I don't remember how long it took us to realize that we were a family, but it happened.
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Gus lounging on the heater, Winter 2010 |
Gus brought with him a few odd behaviours that we had never dealt with before. He had problems with his eyes, his ears, his hips and his skin. To be honest, he was a funny looking cat! He was this moth-eaten, bat eared, bow legged cat with a funny eye, but he was the jewel in our family.
Izzy never warmed up to him, but Gus didn't let that stop him!
He loved to play with pom poms that he pulled off of the shades.
Last month, Gus left us for the other side.
It's been too much for me to deal with and I've not written about it because of how much it still hurts.
When I was home for the holidays I knew that I was saying goodbye to my sweet little Izzy, but Gus, well, I thought I'd see him again.
I never got to say goodbye.
He looked up, said goodnight to my mother and went to sleep.
I know, I hope, that Katie has greeted him and brought him into her home. I have this image of Katie sitting at the head of the table where all those who have gone before me gather. They take care of each other, tell stories of their lives with us and they wait for us to join them.
I miss my little buddy.