Of course, over time, some of our pals have moved on. I (Greg) had a cat in college in Auburn named Phideaux, but he did not live long. He was young and wild like me but he crossed the road one too many times. I got Rascal shortly after that, and he was my first real pet. After a couple of years, I got Fats somehow, and the two of them were pretty good pals. I moved to Atlanta, and right after I got there Fats got sick. He ended up having Feline Leukemia and had to be put to sleep. The vet told me to bring in Rascal and that he probably had it too. He did not. They were surprised about that actually. He was a Bionic kitty.
I met Tina, and we ended up with a couple of litters of kittens. She also had Spike, a funny little mut dog. We gave most of the kittens away, but kept Bart from the first litter. We ended up with Homey and Tigger from a second litter. We are suckers, and found a kitten at a service station in NE Atlanta and took it home. That was Sooner, a little girl kitty. Little did we know, but Homey and Sooner were both at the age where they could have kitty fun. She became pregnant and had a litter with Bubba in it. We ended up having to take Sooner to the pound unfortunately because she was so much of a wild cat that we could just not get it out of her. She continuously dumped the trash over and was just too feral. We got them all fixed right as we saw her pregnant. At that time we had five cats and a dog, so it was about time!
We moved around a good bit over time and ended up in Atlanta again. We lost Spike one day, we think from a heart attack. We could not live without a puppy around and J.C. found us at a pet rescue volunteer event we were helping with. What a great thing that was for all of us. The five cats got used to him quickly, and he has been a good cat herder. Rascal fell to old age after a while. He was a good friend to me. We then lost Bart and Tigger a year apart while out of town, which really hurt us. It was tough not being there with them when they passed. Homey finally lost his battle with kidney and thyroid problems. We were with him at least. Then Bobo found us, and Bubba became used to him. They were not true pals, but were tolerant of each other. Bobo really liked J.C. though, and they actually chased each other around the yard. We finally lost Bubba when he was almost 20 years old. We were there with him also. We lost Bobo to a very bad set of circumstances that shook Tina and me to the core. It was hard to take and is hard to talk about. He was only three years old. On reflection, we felt he was the close to the best cat we had up to then. That made his loss so much harder since he was such a great pal.
Then we are down to just J.C. It wasn’t the same for us with no cats, and frankly for J.C. either. He had been around cats for his whole life. He looked for Bobo for weeks later. Despite not wanting another cat, Bobo changed that for us. Fortunately, Chilly and Sunshine came into our lives. J.C. got to have some kitty friends again as he slowed down. Losing J.C. was the toughest, but he went peacefully and with both of us with him.
We miss our old friends, and their pages show better days with them.
Here are some pictures of them together over the years.