I put him in his carrier and put him in the front seat. As I put the car in reverse, he started to cry, because I'm sure he was frightened. So, first rule broken...and I opened the carrier and put him on my lap and drove all the way home.
We took him inside and let him out. He was timid...but quickly became comfortable with his new home. Tim and I decided that the name they gave him at the humane society(Skye or Fluffy...depending on who you talked to..) just wasn't going to work. My favorite movie at the time was Pirates of the Caribbean, so we named him Captain Jack Who Eats Sparrows Jennings.
Everyday when I came home for lunch or from work Jack ran to the door to meet me. He purred, played, slept on my pillow, snuggled between Tim and I at night under the covers, begged for food, ate off of my spoon and lots of other sweet things.
I especially remember the time that the Humane Society came to do their quick home visit. Tim and I were having a lazy Saturday and just hanging out in our jammies when the doorbell rang. We answered the door and were surprised to see the ladies from the humane society. I think one of them was secretly wishing that we weren't treating him well so she could take him back. She called him Fluffy with no response. He took one look at them and proceeded to run around our living room jumping on everything and showing off. I think he was trying to tell them that he loved his new house and please go away. They never came back.
Jack has always been there when I've been sad. He protects me (or thinks he does) when Tim is away. He loves sitting by the stove when I cook bacon because he knows I'll drop some on purpose for him. He loves to snuggle and often sits on a certain husband of mine's lap. He loves to pick on his sister. All the time. He loves to play hide and seek. Yes, I'm aware that he's a cat.
About a month ago, I noticed his weight loss. Jack has always been a BIG cat. And he seemed...skinnier. So, I took him to the vet and after a HORRIBLE experience with a TERRIBLE vet...we found out that it could be one of three things...cancer, pancreatitis or a stomach/bowel problem. I hoped for the best and treated the stomach ick thing...for two weeks...to no avail. And now...my cat is dying. And my heart is breaking. And I feel awful.
There are people out there that are suffering real losses...grandparents, friends, sisters, mothers, family members.
To the rest of the world- Jack is just a cat.
To me, he is my child.
I love you, my little cat boy.
To the rest of the world- Jack is just a cat.
To me, he is my child.
I love you, my little cat boy.
