Monday, October 17, 2011

Goodbye Spooky

Seven years ago, when we bought this campground, we discovered that a cat came with it. She simply showed up one day about six years before we came along. I think she was a Blue Russian. She was a bit aloof and at first would only allow me to pet her when I would put her food out. As our first winter winds started to blow I worried about her being outside. She refused to come inside, but she did allow me to pick her up and hold her.

She was quite independent and caught her own food. She seemed to like birds the best, but she was also a good mouser. I lined an old hooded litter box with a wool blanket and she began spending her nights and nap times in there. I was resigned to her not taking me up on my offer to come inside.

We would wonder, from time to time, just how old she might be. She must have been spayed, because she never had any kittens. But, like most proud females, she kept her age a secret. No tell-tell signs of gray ........ she already had gray fur.

Last winter was extreme and she finally decided to come live inside. Only at night. She began depending on the catfood I gave her as the main part of her diet and bird feathers no longer appeared on the front porch. I still kept her food outside to prevent the dogs from eating it and witnessed her sharing it with an old possum. The older she got the more docile she became. She would hop into my lap if I sat on the front porch and purr contentedly.

For the past few months, she preferred the indoors and seemed to be fading away. She was losing weight, not matter how often I would feed her. I resorted to offering special treats to her. She loved canned tuna and she snacked on dog food when ever she found the bowl without canine presence. When I held her she felt like just skin and bones. But she still purred contentedly. I knew she was not going to be with us much longer.

I did not see her yesterday morning when I went outside. I didn't see her all afternoon. She would usually come to the store door and slip in with a customer. Late yesterday afternoon, after closing the store, I decided to walk out to the barn with the new puppy. He is like a baby, motion will put him to sleep.

I saw the still form of the old gray cat right under the front of my car. She looked like she was catching a nap. I called out "kitty, kitty" and she did not move. She looked like she simply lay down and went to sleep for the last time. Still, I was sad that she died all alone.

She had a proper burial and I called the only other person who loved her as much as I did.  Debbie had renamed her Smokey and we both were sad, but Deb reminded me that Spooky/Smokey had a really good life. Still, it was sad not to see her on the porch this morning.


SkippyMom said...

Aw, Kathy. I am so sorry, but you did give her such a nice life and she went peacefully.

I know that doesn't really help - but it is true.

Hugs and I bet she is over the bridge thanking you for taking such good care of her.

ellen abbott said...

oh, sad. but she had a good home and someone to love her in her last years.

Brian Miller said...

awww...i am so sorry...our older cat (12 years) is getting to where i half expect to come home any day and find her...hugs

Kathy G said...

So sad. It sounds like she didn't suffer, though. I'm sure she knew you loved her.

Joanne said...

I'm so sorry. Goodbye, Spooky.

Erik's RV Blog said...

Sorry to hear about Smokey. I tease my wife about our cat and that damned fur ball is a pain in the mornings but you have to love her! Don't tell my wife, she'll go into shock... :)~

At least she went quietly and on her terms.

Goodnight Spooky..


labbie1 said...

Geez! I was just petting "camp cat" the other day! She would be walking towards the woods when I did laundry and when I called, she would turn and slowly come to me for a pet. I will miss her. She was a good kitty!

Pat said...

I'm sorry to hear this, but it sounds like you gave her a good home and she lived a good life.

Val Thevictorian said...

Sorry to hear about your kitty. I think animals do that on purpose, go off alone when it's their time.

Our 12-year-old dog did that last August, the week we went back to school. My son found him stretched out like he was having a nap, away from the house, over by the goat pen. The more I think about it, he must have been waiting all summer. He had not been well for a while.

Jo-Anne Rambling said...

What a wonderful story, I am sure she will be missed

Teresa - in the Middle Side of Life said...

sorry to hear that but it does sound like she had a happy life with you.

Naqvee said...

so silently she went away. animals can never be forgotten.. as they say she is at the rainbow bridge.

Anonymous said...

You pretty much said what i could not effectively communicate. +1

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