Madri-Gal
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I'm not going to post a picture. I can't, I just can't.
Sonne was my oldest Russian Blue. I got him as a teenaged kitten from our local shelter ten years ago. He had a loving, mellow temperament, and protected our home from untold dangers as he guarded the front porch. Untold dangers didn't include stray cats. We'd often see Sonne sitting next to another cat, and when we'd open the door, he'd look at us then stand up to chase the other car away, as if we expected it. A few minutes later, the stray would be sitting next to him again. Every other cat we had, he treated like his kittens. They'd come up to him, put their heads down, and he'd groom them. A few years ago, when my Other Son was abusing us, he injured Sonne ( I almost lost my mind) and he had his back leg amputated. I didn't leave his side the month after the surgery, carrying him where he needed to go, until he could walk again. We grew close, and Sonne relied on me to scratch behind the ear he could no longer get to. His favorite thing was lying on the warm path, while I scratched his tummy and behind his ear. At night, he'd sleep on me, and drool as I pet him. It was like sleeping under a faucet. He'd then go over to his box of toys and wait until I sprayed them with catnip spray, then roll around on them. His other favorite activity was knocking things off tables, shelves. He loved when knick- knacks crashed to the ground.
Sonne was killed by the neighbors pit bull two weeks ago. My heart has been broken, and the dogs and cats miserable missing him.
Taika was my youngest Russian Blue. We got her from another shelter after a huge fire in the area, and pet owners were being recruited to home animals. She adored Sonne, and was always with him. When he died she stopped eating. We bought foods to tempt her, and scheduled a vet visit. Taika died a week after Sonne, from grief and a broken heart.
She was loving, sweet natured, and a fierce hunter. She had to wear a bell to warn the birds.
Just over two weeks ago, I was on the porch, and all three grey cats were there. I told Madri-Guy I hadn't seen them all three together in awhile, and wished I had a camera. The next day Sonne was gone, then Taika a week later. I still wish I had had a camera, but I will never forget that moment, that perfect moment in time.
Sonne was my oldest Russian Blue. I got him as a teenaged kitten from our local shelter ten years ago. He had a loving, mellow temperament, and protected our home from untold dangers as he guarded the front porch. Untold dangers didn't include stray cats. We'd often see Sonne sitting next to another cat, and when we'd open the door, he'd look at us then stand up to chase the other car away, as if we expected it. A few minutes later, the stray would be sitting next to him again. Every other cat we had, he treated like his kittens. They'd come up to him, put their heads down, and he'd groom them. A few years ago, when my Other Son was abusing us, he injured Sonne ( I almost lost my mind) and he had his back leg amputated. I didn't leave his side the month after the surgery, carrying him where he needed to go, until he could walk again. We grew close, and Sonne relied on me to scratch behind the ear he could no longer get to. His favorite thing was lying on the warm path, while I scratched his tummy and behind his ear. At night, he'd sleep on me, and drool as I pet him. It was like sleeping under a faucet. He'd then go over to his box of toys and wait until I sprayed them with catnip spray, then roll around on them. His other favorite activity was knocking things off tables, shelves. He loved when knick- knacks crashed to the ground.
Sonne was killed by the neighbors pit bull two weeks ago. My heart has been broken, and the dogs and cats miserable missing him.
Taika was my youngest Russian Blue. We got her from another shelter after a huge fire in the area, and pet owners were being recruited to home animals. She adored Sonne, and was always with him. When he died she stopped eating. We bought foods to tempt her, and scheduled a vet visit. Taika died a week after Sonne, from grief and a broken heart.
She was loving, sweet natured, and a fierce hunter. She had to wear a bell to warn the birds.
Just over two weeks ago, I was on the porch, and all three grey cats were there. I told Madri-Guy I hadn't seen them all three together in awhile, and wished I had a camera. The next day Sonne was gone, then Taika a week later. I still wish I had had a camera, but I will never forget that moment, that perfect moment in time.
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