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My cat, Luke
9 years ago
This'll be a bit rambling so feel free to skip this one.
My cat Luke is an orange tabby with big green eyes with a brown fleck in one of them. He's big. We think he might be part maine coon but we're not sure. When we adopted him we picked him from a cage that had at least six kittens in it. there was a little string dangling into the cage that you could tug on to play with them.
We tugged that string and he shot to the top of the cage first so we took him home with us. Still raw from the untimely death of our last cat (another orange tabby named Scribbles by my four-year-old self), we brought him home and named him Luke after the guy on Gilmore Girls of all things.
He was my best friend from then on. Tolerant like no other, I would wear this cat on my head and around my shoulders like a stole. He slept with me every night, leaving only when I was asleep to check the house, room by room, making sure we were all asleep and safe.
He was the kitten to my sister's cat, Taylor, who tolerated him and otherwise liked him well enough. Every cat that came after though, Luke treated as though they were his own litter. He was there for Johnny, even when he went kinda feral and started living with the neighbor.
He even helped with the litter of kittens we took in, letting them try to nurse while he groomed them. When we were at our lowest, he was there.
He's 19 years old now, and started to lose weight. He lives with my mom since I can't have him where I live. He's healthy, but aging and not making it to the litter box all the time. My mom has done all she can. If he doesn't start using the litter box she's told me he'll be put down at the end of November.
He's my baby. I love him dearly and while I understand her decision it breaks my heart to think about him dying. I just wanted to share some things about him now before anything happens. To anyone who's lost a childhood pet, I know you know this pain.
Please feel free to share about your own pets.
My cat Luke is an orange tabby with big green eyes with a brown fleck in one of them. He's big. We think he might be part maine coon but we're not sure. When we adopted him we picked him from a cage that had at least six kittens in it. there was a little string dangling into the cage that you could tug on to play with them.
We tugged that string and he shot to the top of the cage first so we took him home with us. Still raw from the untimely death of our last cat (another orange tabby named Scribbles by my four-year-old self), we brought him home and named him Luke after the guy on Gilmore Girls of all things.
He was my best friend from then on. Tolerant like no other, I would wear this cat on my head and around my shoulders like a stole. He slept with me every night, leaving only when I was asleep to check the house, room by room, making sure we were all asleep and safe.
He was the kitten to my sister's cat, Taylor, who tolerated him and otherwise liked him well enough. Every cat that came after though, Luke treated as though they were his own litter. He was there for Johnny, even when he went kinda feral and started living with the neighbor.
He even helped with the litter of kittens we took in, letting them try to nurse while he groomed them. When we were at our lowest, he was there.
He's 19 years old now, and started to lose weight. He lives with my mom since I can't have him where I live. He's healthy, but aging and not making it to the litter box all the time. My mom has done all she can. If he doesn't start using the litter box she's told me he'll be put down at the end of November.
He's my baby. I love him dearly and while I understand her decision it breaks my heart to think about him dying. I just wanted to share some things about him now before anything happens. To anyone who's lost a childhood pet, I know you know this pain.
Please feel free to share about your own pets.
