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5 1/2 years ago my ex and I were getting ready to go away for Memorial Day weekend. I went out back to make sure things were put away on the deck when I heard tiny little meows. A feral cat had had her littler under the first step under my deck. We caught the mom and brought her and her newborns into the garage. My neighbor fed her while we were away.
5 boys all tuxedos accept 1 ~ a little cow cat. White with funky roundish black markings. We decided to keep that one and name him Winston.
Had the mom spayed and released her. She still comes to my yard and I make her a cat house for the winter every year under my deck. All the boys were neutered and we found homes for the remaining 4.
The day my friends were on their way to pick up the last tuxedo, I couldn’t do it. I called my friends and said, “No. This little cat is too attached to me. I can’t let him go.”
I named him Fred or rather “Wilfred” to go along with his brother’s “W” theme. He was my baby. My little precious little baby baby Fred.
Fred and Winston grew up to be huge huge 20 lbs cats. Not fat just BIG. Playful fun affectionate friendly and smart. Although Fred was definitely the smarter one.
He’d sit in the sink and meow for me to turn on the faucet so he could fight with the stream of water. He’d go under the coffee table to open the drawer where his treats were and then sit in it asking for some.
If I was working on my car he’d be over my shoulder or lauded out in the backseat.
Every day I’d come home he’d be at the door to greet me. I’d pick him up and he’d go nuts making muffins and kicking my face with his rough dry little tongue not stopping until I’d put him down.
We’d cuddle in bed and and he’d clean me some more. Me kissing his little nose and face more and more.
I’d yell out his name just to smile and hear him “MEOW” back to me from anywhere he was in earshot lol.
Yesterday was the same as any other day. I came home he was right there on the other side of the door and greeted me with a big loud “MEOW”. I picked him up he licked and kicked and cleaned me. I kissed him kissed him then put him down. Gave him and Winston treats then made it over to the couch to lay down.
Winston hops up on the couch with me and Fred claimed his ottoman. After looking over at me coo’ing then squinting his eyes he hops off. Like a minute or 2 later we hear a THUD.
Winston’s ears perked up and he went to go look. I got up and took a look down the stairs. I didn’t see anything. I called Fred’s name and heard back nothing. Went into the bathroom where his water fountain is (so he could play with the water to his hearts content and make whatever messes on the floor in there).
There he was laying on his side. I quickly fell to my knees and touched him calling his name. He let out his last breathe tongue out and curled. No foaming no blood no nothing. Just gone.
Frantically I rushed him to the vet but I knew he was gone.
Cardiomyopathy. This was just yesterday. I am devestated. My heart breaks for my little baby Fred.
Winston is missing him too and I’m trying to play with him as much as I can. And soil him with a litttle tuna at a time and treats.
But, I am just in so much pain. I am grateful that I was home, though. I know it was quick and he did not suffer. But, I want him back.....
5 boys all tuxedos accept 1 ~ a little cow cat. White with funky roundish black markings. We decided to keep that one and name him Winston.
Had the mom spayed and released her. She still comes to my yard and I make her a cat house for the winter every year under my deck. All the boys were neutered and we found homes for the remaining 4.
The day my friends were on their way to pick up the last tuxedo, I couldn’t do it. I called my friends and said, “No. This little cat is too attached to me. I can’t let him go.”
I named him Fred or rather “Wilfred” to go along with his brother’s “W” theme. He was my baby. My little precious little baby baby Fred.
Fred and Winston grew up to be huge huge 20 lbs cats. Not fat just BIG. Playful fun affectionate friendly and smart. Although Fred was definitely the smarter one.
He’d sit in the sink and meow for me to turn on the faucet so he could fight with the stream of water. He’d go under the coffee table to open the drawer where his treats were and then sit in it asking for some.
If I was working on my car he’d be over my shoulder or lauded out in the backseat.
Every day I’d come home he’d be at the door to greet me. I’d pick him up and he’d go nuts making muffins and kicking my face with his rough dry little tongue not stopping until I’d put him down.
We’d cuddle in bed and and he’d clean me some more. Me kissing his little nose and face more and more.
I’d yell out his name just to smile and hear him “MEOW” back to me from anywhere he was in earshot lol.
Yesterday was the same as any other day. I came home he was right there on the other side of the door and greeted me with a big loud “MEOW”. I picked him up he licked and kicked and cleaned me. I kissed him kissed him then put him down. Gave him and Winston treats then made it over to the couch to lay down.
Winston hops up on the couch with me and Fred claimed his ottoman. After looking over at me coo’ing then squinting his eyes he hops off. Like a minute or 2 later we hear a THUD.
Winston’s ears perked up and he went to go look. I got up and took a look down the stairs. I didn’t see anything. I called Fred’s name and heard back nothing. Went into the bathroom where his water fountain is (so he could play with the water to his hearts content and make whatever messes on the floor in there).
There he was laying on his side. I quickly fell to my knees and touched him calling his name. He let out his last breathe tongue out and curled. No foaming no blood no nothing. Just gone.
Frantically I rushed him to the vet but I knew he was gone.
Cardiomyopathy. This was just yesterday. I am devestated. My heart breaks for my little baby Fred.
Winston is missing him too and I’m trying to play with him as much as I can. And soil him with a litttle tuna at a time and treats.
But, I am just in so much pain. I am grateful that I was home, though. I know it was quick and he did not suffer. But, I want him back.....
