Thanks Gill, I will post another topic on the general chat forum about Charlie. Sorry about mixing the topics, I am not sure on what the etiquette is here.
As I have said, I have come to this place to share with people who will understand what we are going through. I can’t talk to some of my friends, they’ll not understand how a big man like me can be so devastated by the loss of a cat.
I just wanted to take a couple of minutes of your time to tell you a couple things about Monty, so that I feel that at least a few more people knew something of his life. He had such a short time on this earth.
Monty was a peculiar looking cat; some would say just plain ugly. We said that he had an old man face. He had these huge ears and was cross eyed, big blue cross eyes. I thought he was the ugliest thing first time I saw him, but that quickly changed.
He also had terrible cat breath. He would yawn and you could smell it on the other side of the room. We grew to love that smell in a strange way. The vet said it was because he had gingivitis and that his teeth may eventually fall out. We felt so sorry for him since, he loved his dry food. He had some strange eating habits. He would grab a mouthful of his food and bring it back to his bed. Such a mess. He also had terrible eye gunk, but he always let his mum clean his eyes.
He was so timid, he would shy away from being petted. But if you stood back, he would always come to you. He loved his neck being stroked and his tummy being rubbed, that big fat tummy of his. He would always come to his mummy in the morning for some cat pets and always make his sound, what we called his cat ‘churps’.
He was always chasing birds or his feather duster. I remember one night a neighbor’s cat came into the house. Charlie was downstairs in a standoff. Monty came up stairs and repeatedly jumped on me and his mum to wake us up. He then followed me to the top of the stairs to that I could sort it out. He had done his bit to protect his brother.
I would come back from work to always find him and Charlie cuddling. Always together, totally trusting. He would sleep in some unusual positions, stretched out, not a care in the world. We would say he was abandoned to sleep.
On his last day on earth, I came down the path to find him looking at me, sat up, head tilted just as always. I commented on how cross eyed he was, but I told him that I thought he was so handsome. He went and laid in the grass looking at the fence, waiting for Charlie to return. I gave him some cat treats and his mum and I fed him and Charlie. He went out exploring.
I hope he died happy, having spend the day in the sun and having a full tummy. He met a violent end, but at least it was quick. I hope he realises how much he meant to us all, and how much he will be missed. RIP, our sweet, sweet little boy.
Thank you for listening to his story.
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