When I first saw him I was sitting in my garage waiting for my family go get home. It was late afternoon so it was starting to get dark, when the white color of his coat caught my eye as he crossed the street and came up my driveway as he saw me. He was friendly and allowed me to pet him and meowed a few times. I noticed right away that he had different colored eyes, one yellow and one blue. I’ve never seen that before in a cat since I’ve been raised or owned dogs all my life, but been an animal lover it wasn’t hard to be attracted to him right away. I’ve lost my dog a few years back, so as I was petting him, I realized how much I miss not having a pet to love and enjoy. He rubbed himself against my leg and meowed some more, so I walked into the house and he followed me, and I gave him some water and a little food. When he was done he wanted to go back outside, so he left the way he came. In the next couple of days I’d notice that he was sleeping under my husband’s truck and sticking around, so we decided to adopt him as part of the family or should I say, he adopted us.
He was our first cat so we didn’t know what to expect from him,but he became part of the family right away. He was an older (about 5 yrs according to the vet)and in good health, and he was playful and loving and liked people right away. I’m a stay-at-home mom so he was my companion most of the time and he knew that I was to the go-to-person when he wanted something special. He also became my husband’s buddy and friend when he needed him to be, and my son’s playmate. He had become part of our everyday lives that I couldn’t think of been without him in it, and it breaks my heart to think of not been able to see him again laying next to me in our bed, laying on the couch with my husband while we watched TV, begging for table scraps at dinnertime, sleeping under the Christmas tree at times, playing hide-and-seek because of his unusual sleeping spots or simply greeting you at the door when you get home. We enjoyed his company for almost 13 years so when he started to get sick he was going on 17. His kidney’s started to fail that he lost weight, was barely eating or sleeping and his walking was slowly and rigid. The medication only do so much so it was inevitable. His last couple of days were rough on him and us and we knew that we were losing him. His quality of life has gone and his spirit was lost. The look on his glassy eyes and his mournful soft meow told us that it was his time to go. It was the hardest decision that we had to make in our lives, but we couldn’t let him suffer any more. We had to put him to sleep and even tho our hearts were breaking while we watched him slip away, we knew that the was going to a better place, we know that the he will waiting for us to cross the Rainbow Bridge together again.