Thank you all for your very kind comments - they mean a great deal to me, even tho the tears started again as I was reading them.
And yes - I believe that his meowing to me in the car, was him telling me that he was ready to leave, and he was glad that I was there to help him. That plus the fact that he wanted me to know that he really did know how to meow.I'm just so thankful that he wasn't a typical cat, one that would wander off somewhere to die by himself, and he wanted to be with me to the very end, knowing that I would give him a proper and respectful burial.
Thankfully my son and grandson were here to dig the grave (in the 100 degree heat) - a very nice spot along a line of junipers that he and O.C. used to hide in and pretend that they were big wild tigers, just waiting for some unsuspecting bird or squirrel to come close so that they could pounce. They seldom caught anything, but they had fun trying. My son started work on the marker last night - he is engraving Sherbie & O.C.'s names into the flagstone with an electric engraving tool and it's looking so nice so far. I took Sherbie's mat and a quilted blanket that he had in his Little Red Cat House and washed them, then wrapped he and O.C. together in them. I cut a couple of orchids off of my orchid plant and put them on top, and my son stuck a piece of velcro on the blanket too - for Velcro Kitty as he was also known, since he stuck to Sparky like velcro after O.C. passed on. It was so strange to walk out the back door first thing this morning and not have him sitting on the railing to the porch, and that paw reaching out to pat me and fuss at me to feed him. It will take some getting used to him not being there.
I didn't sleep much last night for thinking of him and remembering some of the things he did. How he jumped down out of a tree and landed on the hood of my car and slid off - and left his claw scratches in the paint so I wouldn't forget about it - how smart and well behaved he was also. He never went by the road, and only occasionally into the front yard to lay on the front porch. Sometimes he would start to follow me as I walked out to the mailbox, but I would turn and point to the house and say "get back there", and he would turn around and go back. How he accidentally got locked in my car for a few hours, and my son saw him with his front paws up on the dashboard just looking out the window. You could not leave a car door open with that boy around, without checking to make sure he didn't sneak in it.
He gave us so many memories over the years that we will never forget. Thank you Sherbie, for letting us be a big part of your life.
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Lilith Cherry
It's never easy to say goodbye, but I believe you chose the right time to do so. Sherbie is at peace now and will soon be together with OC.
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