A friend’s cat died the other day and she wrote this very moving (and funny) tribute to him. She said it was OK to share. So I’m sharing.
AJ (1996? – April 3, 2013)
Aka Abraham Joseph or Abraham Jacob (I’m not really sure ) and the Velveteen Pussycat (that I’m sure of because I named him that) is chatting his way to heaven now.
AJ was a wonderful buddy, always up for a conversation even if the other party was sleeping .
He was extremely helpful. Several years ago he graciously offered to remove his own abdominal stitches earlier than was planned.
In his elder years he enjoyed cleaning the bathtub after every shower. Of course the fact that he did it with his tongue makes one question how clean it got but he tried.
He allowed himself to be a photographer’s model, a dance partner and a hot water bottle when I was sick.
He was welcoming to all friends and family. And in retrospect his aloofness to male suitors said a lot about his innate ability to spot an idiot from 10 feet away.
This Siamese pussycat was one tough cat. He looked delicate. Actually he looked like a she.
But he survived the loss of his entire first family, several moves and a bunch of neighbor dogs.
As long as he had a plastic bag to chew on and then vomit he was a happy kitty.
Yet in his wisdom he knew that another spring was not to be his.
And I quote:
” To everything meow, meow.
There is a season meow, meow.
And a time for every purpose under heaven”
AJ helped me through dark times, was with me for good times and always gave me joy.
I will miss him terribly.