What a great cat this guy was!
He was a big goofball of a tuxie with a whole string of nicknames. Big Handsome, Big Tux, Roadblock (for his habit of walking in front of me and stopping so I'd nearly trip over him).
He loved getting that fluffy white belly rubbed. He was a big talker--always had to let you know what he was thinking. And his purr! A real window-rattler. The only cat I've ever met whose purr was audible from across the room.
He knew how to relax, too.
He and his siblings formed the Harry Potter litter: Hagrid, Lily, Harry (now Chuck) and Hermione (now Jasmine). They were born under my house in Denver.
Hagrid was a roly-poly, rambunctious kitten. He used to swing from a hanging macrame plant holder. He'd climb onto a nearby table, take a flying leap, and grab on for a ride.
For some reason, he didn't just walk to the side of the bed and jump up like most cats do. He'd jump onto the dresser across the room, then go flying from there to the bed. Ever wake up to 15 pounds of airborne cat heading right at you?
I loved him so. Everybody loved Hagrid. He loved to cuddle in laps and he loved to cuddle with the other cats.
Bob just adored Hagrid.
They were about a month apart in age and were best friends from kittenhood. Hagrid would not allow Bob to be petted unless he got some attention, too. Hagrid could be in another part of the house, but somehow he knew when Bob was getting loved on, and he'd come running every time.
Farewell, my precious boy. I'm sure you strutted right up to the Bridge, healthy once more, tail held high, talking the whole time. I hope you're reunited by now with Katie.
And Kacey.
Oh, if only I could hear your purr again!
He was nine years old. Good years, but not nearly enough of them.
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I know that you did everything you could for him and now he's pain free and playing up at Rainbow Bridge. He sure was a huge handsome boy and very very loved by everyone.
RIP sweet Hagrid.
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