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Wednesday, April 24, 2013

With Heavy Heart...


...I had to say goodbye to my cat, Digby today. I gave him several nicknames over the years but 'Bubba' seemed to stick. He was a rescue, less than a year old, when he came to live with us permanently. He'd lost trust in humans but once we resocialized him we couldn't ask for a better cat. I live in a park and he became quite a fixture here among the other residents. Everybody knew Digby because he was everybody's friend. In the warm months he would make his rounds of the park and do his 'sociables', visiting anyone that was home and had an open door he could wander through. He never overstayed his welcome, so I was told, and kept his visits brief. He adored kids, even the little ones that pulled his tail, and would head anywhere he heard kids playing. One summer the neighborhood kids must have been playing with squirt guns filled with colored water. Digby came home with his white fur covered in pink and blue splotches. I wiped him off but he must have rejoined the games because he showed up more than once that day sporting pink and blue fur. He was gentle and patient with me, slept in bed next to me and once he discovered how great a lap was he became 'the lap monster'. He left me alone if I was busy but when the day was done and I sat down on the sofa to watch TV it was 'lap time' and he was a great lap warmer in winter, a wonderful companion and a very special kitty. I will miss him so much.

6 comments:

Judith Farnworth Art said...

Am so sorry to hear about Digby, the painting you have done is beautiful and a lovely tribute. Our pets become so much part of our families and lives they leave such a huge gap.....

Pat said...

Lovely tribute to a very special friend. Rest easy, gorgeous one.
Hugs to you x

Billie Crain said...

Thanks, Judith. Yes, his passing has left a big hole in my heart.

Billie Crain said...

Thanks so much for your kind words, Pat.

cecile graven said...

Hi Billy,
sorry to hear about Digby.
It is hard to loose a beloved pet, they are like family. I think Digby would love it when, in about half a year, you would rescue another cat from the shelter ( preferably a black one now, because they are the ones least liked and the most killed), because a home without a cat is a house and not a home.
Call him/her Digby II to honour Digby I.
sincerely,
Cécile

Billie Crain said...

Thank you for your condolences, Cecile. :) I have one kitty left, a black female named Gizmo. She's almost 18 so she's also getting up in years but we're still keeping each other company.