Im sad to have to write that I lost my best friend this week. My Little Boo. What a crazy and unique cat he was. I got him from my friend Patrick. My sister had just gotten married and I was now living alone. I needed a companion and BOO came around at just the right time. It was around Halloween and my neice, Amanda, had just started talking. Everything she saw she called BOO. Candy was boo…witches were boo..Cats and ghosts were boo..So what better name for my little guy than BOO. He live up to his name. He loved to jump out from behind doors, bushes, boxes anything so that he could surprise you. As time went on we discovered how special he was. I really think he thought he was a dog. He loved to play fetch. And being the typical "man" that he was, he loved beer cans and cigarette packs. He loved to take showers. Yes! A cat that loved the water. When I lived on Long Island I would often find him sitting amongst the sprinklers being pelted with water. Or jumping in a puddle just after a rain storm. He even took morning showers with me. As the years went past BOO and I had our own special communication. He had his own way of communicating exactly what he wanted. Stuborness did not elude my BOO. If he didnt get what he wanted, WATCH OUT! plants would be pushed off shelves or your drink would be knocked off the table. I remember when I brought BOO’S sister, Noel home. Boy, was I in for trouble. He wouldnt talk to me for weeks. Eventually they became buddies. Typical brother and sister. She would take care of him, then he would wack he would jump on her. During BOO’S last few months Noel would groom and comfort him. Even after he died she sat by his side, comforting while he passed over the RAINBOW BRIDGE.
For about a year and half BOO didnt feel well. I had taken him to the doctor when he started loosing weight. He was always thirsty and hungry as well. Perhaps I should have acted sooner, but Im sure, like many other pet owners, I attributed his change in stature to aging. Or perhaps I was avoiding the inevitable. The doctor had discovered that he had a thyroid problem and we put in on some medication. What a chuckle that was, trying to get him to take this medication. But in time he grew used to it and took it with a bit less difficulties. He took the medicine for about 1 1/2 years and then things got worse. His stomach was getting bloated and feeling quite firm. he doctor suggested a sonogram. Although money was tight I agreed to the sonogram. It seemed as though there was water accumulating in his stomach. For what reason, we did not know. Further testing would have to be done. The doctor suggested that BOO be placed on steroids. Due to his age (15yrs) I opted out of steroid, for that would have surely killed him. He took the steroids for about two months and the stomach distention seemed to subside. He was walking a little bit better, although I dont think that his legs ever regained their strength after his sonogram. You see they had to shave his belly and I think that put a strain on his legs. Comfort for my BOO is what I wanted for him now. I he still had his appetite and was mobile. The litter box was still accessable to him. Therefore I did what I could to make him comfortable.
It was the week of August 9th, 2008. My family and I had made plans to go to Ocean City, Maryland for the week. I knew I was not going to leave Noel and BOO home alone. So I packed up all their home comforts and off for Ocean City we went. It was a pleasure having the cats with me. My sisters boyfriend had fallen in love with BOO and Noel. BOO seemed content. Following me to the refridgerator every time I got up, hoping to get another bowl of catmilk. Which he longed for every minute of the day. He sat on the balcony and listened to the ocean. He played with my neices and nephews and had learned to become accustomed to being petted. As we approached the last two days of the trip BOO had seemed to listless. The night before we left things took a turn for the worst. I had had an issue where I tripped over him. He did not handel it well, but seemed to recover. I comforted him and attempted to give him some Catmilk, that he so dearly loved. He refused to drink it. He walked to the other end of the room and layed down with his face agianst the wall. I had seem him do this before during other times of distress, but never would he refuse the milk he so eagerly craved. I told my sister that it was time to pack up the car. That I was leaving immediately. I could not bare to wake in the morning and find my dear BOO gone. Quickly we were packed. My friends and family rallied around the cat and our quick departure. As I brought him down stairs to the car I could feel his body grow week. I am only thankful that I had my BOO in my arms when he passed. His body went lifeless as I held him in my arms. It was so difficult to put him down, but a 4.5 hour drive stood between us and home. I laid him down in the back seat of my car. Not wanting to let him go. Boo’s sister came over and laid beside him. Licking him and comforting him.
That drive seemed like and eternity. With some help from friends and family I was able to ready my BOO for cremation. Dr. Kutcher, from the East Meadow Animal Hospital has been such an instrumental guide in the care of my BOO. I have left him in her hands to insure his safe return to my arms. To her I am deeply grateful.
I wear a locket with BOO’s picture and a patch of his hari in it around my neck. BOO will always be in my heart. I thank him for the fun, adventure and the lessons he has taught me. Till we meet again my BOO…Hugs and Kisses in Heaven.