farmerman wrote:Msolga, the thing about how each one of these guys is an individual is so correct. The thing about Lucky (And I wont bother you anymore about it) was that Lucky was MY buddy. I got her out of a deep elevator shaft and all the way home her little flea infested body was sitting on my lap just purring like my diesel engine. It took many trips to the doc and (apparently) shed been living on such a meager diet of pizza slices that a street person had found for her that she had this distended tummy and really foul smell and fur that looked like straw thatd been rained on. Less than 6 weeks later she was trim, healthy, sleek black fur and loved to just play with your hands. She loved to chase flashlight beams across the floor and was always going into these weird contortions whenever I came near . She loved to be petted .
Oh, never feel that posting about Lucky (or Cally) is a
bother to any of us, farmer! I love a good cat yarn. (Even a good doggy yarn, but don't tell Setanta!)
Lucky sounds as though she was really special. There is definitely
something about your connection to animals that you've rescued, isn't there? Getting them to that fit, shiny, happy state is so satisfying. Most of the cats I've looked after have been strays, lost or abandoned critters. I reckon these cats are the ones that form the best relationship with you. It's almost as though they're
grateful that you've given them a chance of a decent life. My little cat, Rats, was
my cat, as Lucky was yours. He was my shadow. Where I went, he went. No one else was allowed to pick him up. Just me. So I was just devastated when he died after a lingering illness a little over 2 years ago. I just
loved that funny, cheeky little grey cat! So, farmer, I know a little of the sense of loss & the grief you're feeling.