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My closest friend was my seal point Siamese, Jingles, who died aged 16 just after my own 16th birthday. We had grown up together and when he died of kidney. failure, I cried for three days.
When people talk about their 'soul kitty' I know exactly what they mean. He was bright, witty and silly when I needed a laugh; he was warm and quiet when I needed to just sit and ponder; he read me like a book and adapted to my moods.
His purrs made me happy, it was so gratifying to make him happy!
He was as elegant and graceful as he was slapstick and irreverent...and I couldn't keep him out of a box except when it was time to take him to the vet's for his booster shots. (How did he know that's where we were going?)
He was curious and playful, into everything, always wanting to be the centre of attention, at the heart of the action. He would not be ignored. If Jingles didn't come to greet me, speaking loudly, there was something mighty wrong...
His voice could move me to joy or sadness - he was so expressive! I know I will never have another cat like him, but I'm grateful to have known him.
Even after all these years, I smile when I think of him and miss him still.
Thank you, Jingles, for everything!
I just had to say this, as he was a king among his species.
Does anyone else have such fond memories of their Siamese?
When people talk about their 'soul kitty' I know exactly what they mean. He was bright, witty and silly when I needed a laugh; he was warm and quiet when I needed to just sit and ponder; he read me like a book and adapted to my moods.
His purrs made me happy, it was so gratifying to make him happy!
He was as elegant and graceful as he was slapstick and irreverent...and I couldn't keep him out of a box except when it was time to take him to the vet's for his booster shots. (How did he know that's where we were going?)
He was curious and playful, into everything, always wanting to be the centre of attention, at the heart of the action. He would not be ignored. If Jingles didn't come to greet me, speaking loudly, there was something mighty wrong...
His voice could move me to joy or sadness - he was so expressive! I know I will never have another cat like him, but I'm grateful to have known him.
Even after all these years, I smile when I think of him and miss him still.
Thank you, Jingles, for everything!
I just had to say this, as he was a king among his species.
Does anyone else have such fond memories of their Siamese?