When it rains it pours…

Please excuse my ramblings…I am suffering from a broken heart.  It’s really sad that this is really the only digital picture I have of Whitey.  I have a lot of photos of him, I would just have to scan them in.  Today is a bittersweet day for me.  That cat has been getting older and he has had some problems lately associated with age and I finally had to do the responsible pet owner thing and bring him into the vet.  It was discovered that it was his time to leave us and go to heaven and be with Zeus and BC and to be the lap cat he needs to be with Grandma Pope.  Chad and I have known that he has been getting sick.  I think we just didn’t want to admit it.  When I was in the vet’s office, all I could think about was what a beautiful cat he was.  And he was very lovable.  He just had to have a pet when you came in the door.  Of course he would leave evidence of being that said lap cat!!!!  So, while I am glad he no longer has to be confined by his limitations, I'm saddened that I will no longer hear his meow or be able to pet him just one more time.
Whitey came to us fully grown when we lived in Blackfoot.  He was just hanging out at the back door and Chad and I both said, well, let’s bring him in and see what happens.  Of course, BC and Georgie were upset.  But Whitey came in, sniffed around, and when right down to the litter box in the basement and did his business.  Chad and I just had to keep him.  He became a great addition to our little family.  He was just like a rag doll.  And it was therapeutic to have him on my lap and just pet him and let him purr.  Whitey was the best at that.  After Benjamin was born we had to kick one of the cats out to the garage.  BC and Whitey were constantly fighting and Whitey was making messes, and actually that move was the best for him.  He truly thrived out there by himself with control of the garage and outside.  It was his domain.  But then the other three moved out there with him and I think he was still ok with it, but it just wasn’t the same as when he had it all to himself.  I think the last few years have been hard on him.  He’s gotten older and two of his playmates have gone on to the next life and it just hasn’t been as much fun.  I can just imagine him now either wrestling with BC and Zeus or sitting in a sunny spot taking a cat nap.
I love you Whitey and I’m gonna miss you.