In tribute to my recently departed son (Sunshine Boy was one of his nicknames) Meeshe, I wanted to share some of his delightful personality traits. We rescued him from the streets at about 6 months of age and he tested FeLV+ which did not discourage me in the least from giving him a chance at enjoying a wholesome life. I had him neutered and he remained healthy despite being FeLV+ for the 5 years we had the pleasure of knowing and loving him.
His other nicknames besides Sunshine Boy were: Meeshter McGoo (because of the odd way his hind legs moved when he walked and his big ears compared to his head before he filled out and grew to adulthood), and Blonde (El Rubio) because of his ginger coloring.
I talked to him using what little I remember of Spanish and I'm not sure why . . . I don't use any spanish when interracting with my other cats. Ven aqui (come here) and Es muy largo, muy bueno, es muy bonito gatito (you are very big, very good and you are a very handsome kitty). I also would say Es muy muscular as he was my Warrior.
When he was on my lap being petted or brushed, he responded with head bumpies/hand licks and he loved for me to pick him up by the neck scruff and flip him over on his back between my knees. I would then firmly massage his neck and down his spine/back to which he would react by arching and tilting his head backwards over my kneecaps. I would alternate massage with tender tummy rubs and kisses, and since his head was back I also would take the opportunity to check his teeth & gums and he never minded . . . he was so relaxed.
He would periodically bestow gifts upon us, such as voles, rabbit limbs and birds to demonstrate gratitude for providing him with a home and our love. I always made a big fuss and thanked him profusely!
He would join me on the weekends when I put out the hammock and he seemed to like the rocking motion and laying with me. He liked to supervise the yard work and was always milling around when my husband would be doing a project . . . except if the tractor was involved, which frightened him.
I remember how he used to jump up on the door if I was late feeding and it was so sweet to see his face peeking in as he held himself up with his front paws, looking thru the glass for me . . . and of course, his dinner!
These are just a few of the memories I have of you, my son, and I wish you peace and contentment at the Rainbow Bridge. We are so grateful for being able to share in your life, and hope you did not suffer too greatly near the end.
God Bless You, Meeshe. We love you so much. Siempre te quiero, siempre te amo. (Always I want you; always I love you).
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