My kitty's birth day would have been this month. We lost him this past May. He was the first cat I ever owned as an adult and took care of on my own. He was the best cat I've ever had, and I've had several. He was always wanting to be around someone and he didn't care who it was. He loved people. If there was a lap to be sat on, he was there. He loved food and batting around mouse toys and exploring the outside world.
He was a handful when we first rescued him. He came up onto our porch the night of April 23rd 2019. It was raining and he was starving. He was covered in fleas and ear mites. He had extreme diarrhea that would NOT go away for 2 weeks and we later learned he just had a very sensitive stomach. He was 7 months old when we got him.
I made the silly mistake of letting him be an indoor/outdoor cat. He'd always come home. He'd never be gone for too long. He was found outside and always had the urge to want to BE outside. I didn't want to restrict his natural want to be outside. I thought I was doing the right thing.
On May 18th 2020, I came home from work and found him outside on the street RIGHT by our house hit by a car. I cried until I couldn't cry anymore. My boyfriend came home early from work that day to be with me, along with my 2 best friends. We wrapped him up in a towel I had used (So it smelled of me, I don't know why that mattered) and buried him in our side yard and put a large cement stone over his grave to keep out predators.
I loved that boy and still love that boy so much. I say hello and goodbye to him every day when I leave for/come home from work.
Love you TimTam/TimMan/TimTim/Mr. Tim.
He was a handful when we first rescued him. He came up onto our porch the night of April 23rd 2019. It was raining and he was starving. He was covered in fleas and ear mites. He had extreme diarrhea that would NOT go away for 2 weeks and we later learned he just had a very sensitive stomach. He was 7 months old when we got him.
I made the silly mistake of letting him be an indoor/outdoor cat. He'd always come home. He'd never be gone for too long. He was found outside and always had the urge to want to BE outside. I didn't want to restrict his natural want to be outside. I thought I was doing the right thing.
On May 18th 2020, I came home from work and found him outside on the street RIGHT by our house hit by a car. I cried until I couldn't cry anymore. My boyfriend came home early from work that day to be with me, along with my 2 best friends. We wrapped him up in a towel I had used (So it smelled of me, I don't know why that mattered) and buried him in our side yard and put a large cement stone over his grave to keep out predators.
I loved that boy and still love that boy so much. I say hello and goodbye to him every day when I leave for/come home from work.
Love you TimTam/TimMan/TimTim/Mr. Tim.
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