We had to say goodbye to our sweet Tiger this past Wednesday.
After a week of trying everything possible, it was
obvious that it was time for him to go.
Tiger was one of four in that first litter that was born here
from a feral mama. That litter came at a dark time for me
and I always considered it a gift....a bright, pleasant distraction
from all the sadness and stress going on in my life.
And he wasn't just a pleasant cat. He was exceptional.
He will always be remembered for bringing less fortunate cats
home with him, as if he sought out needy ones and said,
"Come home with me. Betsy will take good care of you."
Cocoa and Slate were brought here that way.
They have Tiger to thank for the good lives they have now.
He was a chatty guy, too. His voice was clear like a bell
and he'd have a conversation with you, listening as you talked
and answering back and forth for as long as you wanted. Our girl
cats were smitten with him. And he was smitten with The Mister,
greeting him every night and following him around the house.
Our hearts are broken.
He will always be missed.
I'll be back in a few days, when I've found my smile again.