Boy Cat

This is the story of Boy Cat. April 14th, 2008-March 22nd, 2009

After my surgery in August I was really down and sad because I didn't have a baby. Dan brought me home my sweet boy after work one day and thought it would help. We did have dogs but they wouldn't cuddle with me on my lap nicely the way I needed after the surgery. I named "her" Calliope. My Callie Cat.

"She" played with the dogs and had fun and brought joy to all our lives for the short time "she" was here. The name changed after I saw his little balls and thought "jeez hes a boy!" but I couldnt come up with a good name so Boy Cat it was. Three months ago we brought home Alegra to be friends with Boy Cat and they ran and played and we just pretty much cute all the time. They slept in an empty drawer in the kitchen...when Boy Cat wasn't sleeping with Juno being VERY cute.

Last week Dan and I noticed the cats were getting outside somehow, and we found a small home that gave access to the outside through our bathroom, and although we thought we had it closed last night my sweet Boy Cat got out. We are still not sure what happened, whether it was a car or another animal or what, but here is what we do know.

At 1am Dan went to the bathroom and came back and woke me up to tell me there was blood all over the floor. I went and looked and we could hear Boy Cat crying somewhere behind the wall. After taking the wall off we found him, covered in bruises and blood. I scooped him up in a towel and we ran to the ER vet just outside of town. They took him back and did the initial exam. When the vet came out the first time he told us there was significant trauma and he thought either his spine was severed or his pelvis was seriously broken, but there was no way to tell without xrays. So we gave the permission for that and they pulled us back to look at them. My poor kitties spine was in two pieces, broken right above his hind legs. An injury like that is very hard and very unlikely to come back from. There was too much damage to his bladder to ever function again and it was filled with blood. The vet said it would be a slow, if painless (from the spinal injury) death. We made the desicion to put him down. My sweet Boy Cat was taken from my arms at 6:30 this morning, and the next time I see him will be in an urn.

This is my tribute to Boy Cat. He was sweet and affectionate and SO funny. He made me laugh when I needed and distracted the dogs when I needed a break. He made friends with any animal or person he came in contact with, and was the most laid back cat I have ever met...right till the end. He nursed from our Juno and even though it was silly we let it happen, because it seemed to be a comfort for both of them. He kept my belly soft and warm after my surgery and kept my heart warm in the months we had him. He knew where home was and even after injury he knew where to come to get the help and love he needed to leave this world painlessly. Although I will miss him terribly, I am trying to remember the good things he brought to my life in a very hard time.

My mind is reeling over this loss. I can't seem to accept it yet. I woke up this afternoon and asked Dan if it was a dream, because it still feels that way. I will never know why God took my kitty at this time in my life, when the loss burns even more. There are many tears to come. Please pray for me, as I have lost what I considered my child. And pray for his friends in this house, Juno, Sassy, Romeo, and Alegra. They will dearly miss their friend.