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A Death in the Family
6 years ago
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“When you shall say, "As others do, so will I. I renounce, I am sorry for it, my early visions; I must eat the good of the land, and let learning and romantic expectations go, until a more convenient season." — then dies the man in you;” - Ralph W. Emerson
Yesterday, our sweet cat, Spanky, died in his sleep after about ten hours of resting under a chair in our dining room. I took care of him all day, from 6AM till my mom got home at 7PM. We will bury him today, and see about getting a plaque of him made to put on the ground of it.
We had him ever since he was born. He was the third in a litter of four boys to our lintball Bubbles. We kept him and the firstborn, Cricket, our big grey cuddlebug. Spanky was always a sweet boy, though he had some mean moments. He was always a kitten at heart, he never really changed until he got sick just over a year ago. Even then, he still was a sweet cat who loved everyone and, by the end of it, was never mean or bullying to any of the cats.
He loved my mom most of all, and was always a moma's boy to Bubbles. She would lead him everywhere, and bathe him (which he'd return with scary forcefulness, Spanky wanted to let other kitties know he was going to get them bathed no matter what) and all, he was her right hand baby. Spanky would always sleep on my mom, even when he was a bit too chubby. Spanky sometimes could get a bit scary with how close he wanted to be with my mom, digging his face in her face and his claws into her as she would try to sleep. He was beloved by my stepdad, who probably is caring for him for now until we come home again. Spanky would shy from me until he got sick, but I always loved on him. When he got sick, he would sleep with me too like my mom, and he even loved my grandma just as much. There would be several times I'd come in her room to see all four cats there, and Spanky would always be on her legs.
Spanky wanted to be a tiger, a ferocious jungle cat. He'd play at it at the house before, when my mom would let him outside. He wasn't a great hunter, but he tried. He also loved munching on grass when he wasn't pretending to be a badass. He was always a kitten at heart.
My memorial to Spanky.
https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachme.....y_Memorial.png
We had him ever since he was born. He was the third in a litter of four boys to our lintball Bubbles. We kept him and the firstborn, Cricket, our big grey cuddlebug. Spanky was always a sweet boy, though he had some mean moments. He was always a kitten at heart, he never really changed until he got sick just over a year ago. Even then, he still was a sweet cat who loved everyone and, by the end of it, was never mean or bullying to any of the cats.
He loved my mom most of all, and was always a moma's boy to Bubbles. She would lead him everywhere, and bathe him (which he'd return with scary forcefulness, Spanky wanted to let other kitties know he was going to get them bathed no matter what) and all, he was her right hand baby. Spanky would always sleep on my mom, even when he was a bit too chubby. Spanky sometimes could get a bit scary with how close he wanted to be with my mom, digging his face in her face and his claws into her as she would try to sleep. He was beloved by my stepdad, who probably is caring for him for now until we come home again. Spanky would shy from me until he got sick, but I always loved on him. When he got sick, he would sleep with me too like my mom, and he even loved my grandma just as much. There would be several times I'd come in her room to see all four cats there, and Spanky would always be on her legs.
Spanky wanted to be a tiger, a ferocious jungle cat. He'd play at it at the house before, when my mom would let him outside. He wasn't a great hunter, but he tried. He also loved munching on grass when he wasn't pretending to be a badass. He was always a kitten at heart.
My memorial to Spanky.
https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachme.....y_Memorial.png
- Peter
- Peter