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Squeeks
Squeeks came to live with my mom and dad a little over 10 years ago. He was an outside cat and liked to roam the farm area, and visit with the neighbors and hunt for little critters. We didn’t know where his actual home was, but when it comes to my dad and a stray animal, if they need shelter and food, they get it at our house.
Squeek came to them a sickly cat. He had lungworm and congestive heart failure when they took him to the vet the first time 10 years ago. He was a battle cat as well, and had many scars from getting into it with other toms in the area.
Throughout the years, Squeak spent more and more time at my parents house, and eventually stayed there 100% of the time. Of course my father considered him his from day one. Every year he was taken to the vet for shots, every time he came home with another bite wound or beaten up from another battle with a local tom, off to the vet he went. My father refused to make him stay inside, saying he was miserable as an inside cat, and he loved to be outside on the farm catching critters and being in the fresh air. For an outside cat, being through all he went through, and having the health problems he did, he lived a long life, and a happy and good one at that.
Squeek got his name because he never really meowed. He made this funny little sqeaky noise when he wanted to go out or if he wanted food, or attention. He loved my dad, and would play with him regularly. He was not a fan of the other cats, but tolerated them. The only one he really adored was Isabelle, another one of my mom and dad’s kitties. She’s a gorgeous tortie with an attitude larger than all the cats put together. They would kiss hello, and she’d wrap her paws around his neck when he came back in from being outside.
Squeak died today of a stroke. My mom said he was on the stairs coming down and made a funny noise. Now that it was cold out, he liked to stay in almost all of the time, and would spend his days on the radiator upstairs in my mom’s bathroom. They tried to get to the ER vet 45 minutes away, but only got part of the way there when Squeek died in my dad’s arms.
My father is a mess right now, and I feel so bad for him. I keep telling him and my mom that they did all they could for Squeek, and that he lived a whole lot longer than he would have outside on his own. He may have adopted them, but they took care of him no matter what happened to him and they loved him like he had been theirs all of their lives.
Play hard at the bridge, Squeekly. Mom and dad are going to miss you, and so will I. You were my sweet little blue boy, and I adored you from minute one. Try not to catch all the little critters up at the Bridge, they wouldn’t like you doing that. Be good sweet boy, and we’ll see you again, one fine day.
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RIP Squeeks. Im sorry for your and your families loss, he sounds like a great cat.
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Squeeks - it sounds like you had a very full and adventurous life. Here's hoping that all the fun and adventures continue at RB with all your new friends. :)
RIP - and then play hard handsome Squeeks! :love:
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Oh Squeeks, what a life you've lived. You did it your way and wouldn't it be wonderful if we all could say that? Be sure to squeak in your Dad's ear so that he'll know you're ok. He and Mom and Jenn need some assurance right now. And when you take a good, long rest from all that carousing, then have a ball there at the Rainbow Bridge. You've definitely earned it, handsome boy. :love:
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Squeeks, you lived a very long life for an outside kitty. And that's all thanks to the wonderful family that you adopted. You sure were one beautiful boy.
I know you are probably up at the bridge wanting to chase all the critters, but as Jennie said, let them be. They are your friends now. :)
RIP Squeekers
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I am so sorry to read about Squeeks. He was beautiful.
Play hard and be happy at the bridge.
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Beautiful kitty - big hugs to your mom and your dad.
I hope with the stroke he didn't feel much, if anything - what a shock when it happens so fast.:(
Play at the Bridge, Squeeks, and let your daddy know you are ok.:love:
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Sweet Squeeks! :( What a beautiful story about him and his wonderful life with your dad (and mom). It sounds like it was a life full of play and shelter and love, not only with his humans but with his tortie, Isabelle. The description of their hugging melted my heart. :love: I'm sure they will meet again when she crosses the bridge. For now, he will make friends with all the others up there until it's her time.
Prayers that your dad's heart will heal as well as your own.
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I wanted to offer my condolences to you and your family on the loss of Squeeks. I wanted to do it yesterday, but with the very long day and the news about Gary, I couldn't find a way to phrase anything coherent. I am very sorry for your loss.
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Squeeks had a very good life, the freedom that Our Ctas crave with the security of knowing that there always a warm place for him , with the candle burning in the window.
Hes now in a place wheres hes with Our Animal Angel Army exploring the world, and hunting for that ideal place for you to be reunited.
When you meet again.
One Fine Day.
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thank you everyone for your replies. My mom is being really strong, but my dad is just a mess. I feel so badly for them. Squeeks was such a sweet boy, and was my dad's shadow.
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Please tell your dad that he was there at the very end for his buddy, Squeeks, and he will always love your dad for that, as hard as it was. Sleep softly, dear Squeeks...
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I started reading your post but didn't expect this ending. Sorry about squeeks and sorry for your dad also. I'm sure this cat had a great life because your dad took him in.
