~~In Memoriam~~
4/15/1981 ~ 1/16/2001
On January 16, 2001, my sweet angel kitty succumbed to old age.  He was just 2 months shy of 20 years old.  This is the most heart-wrenching of losses, as he was my companion and brought me such joy.  My house is very empty now.  No longer does my cat greet me at the door when I come home from work or jump into my lap to get some lovin'.  I have so many wonderful memories of Lucky's antics and how he filled my home with life. This page is dedicated to his memory and his story and pictures will be here so that others may know about him.  I shall miss him forever.  He truly was the best cat in the universe.  :(
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Who's Lucky?  

                                                   

Well, our family was lucky, because a beautiful, black kitten came into our lives over 19 3/4 years ago. The cat was also lucky, because a nine-year-old boy wanted to adopt him and his mother let him. This is his story:

Hi. My name is Lucky. At least, that's what my humans call me. Over 19 3/4 years ago, someone abandoned me in a box on the doorstep of Snow Elementary School. Many children came to see me, but only two volunteered to take me home. My new mudder, Cindy, got a call at work from a teacher thanking her for coming to get the kitten. She didn't know what the teacher was talking about. It turns out that Darren, my brudder, told the teacher that Mom said he could adopt me; but he never called her. So Mudder asked what I looked like, etc. When she heard I had black fur, she said she'd just come and take a look at me. (Ha, Ha--this is the way we kittens get our claws into susceptible folks!) When she saw how cute and little I was and was told that only one other child wanted me and the teacher thought that family would not be a good one for me and she would be a great Mom, how could she resist? So, home I went with my new Mudder and Brudder.

Of course, a lot of people are superstitious. Mudder and Brudder aren't. But they needed to name me, so-o-o-o....The reason my name is Lucky is three-fold:

  1. Because people think black cats are unlucky if they cross your path, I was named Lucky to counteract that superstition.
  2. Because I was lucky my brudder wanted to adopt me and fooled my mudder into it.
  3. Because my new family was so lucky to have me as their furchild. (My mudder also called me her Good Son!)

 

 

 

 

 

When I was ten-years-old, I had an aural hematoma!  That's a blood clot on my ear.  My mudder said it looked like a big blood balloon.  I had to have surgery on my ear to remove the "balloon" and then had to walk around with a white bandage on my ear that looked like a dunce cap.  If you look closely in some of my pictures, you can see I have a little crinkle and scar in my ear.

I had a great life.        Up until I was 19 years and 10 months old, I just slowed down a bit and slept a lot more. But my hearing was good and I ate well, played a little and loved to get my belly rubbed when my mudder was on the phone.

More photos appear on the next page.  If you want to see them, click here.)

To see other stories and pictures of Lucky, click here for Lucky's Other Holidays and Lucky's Christmas.

A Cat's Prayer

Although I am too proud to beg, and may appear to be a very independent creature, I ask for your loving care and attention.  I rely on you for my well being much more that you may realize.

This I promise, my benefactor, that I will not be a burden nor will I demand more of you than you care to give.

I will be a quiet, peaceful island of serenity for you to gaze upon; a soft soothing body to caress, and I shall purr with pleasure to rest your weary ears.

Since I am a gourmet who appreciates different taste sensations, I pray you will give me a variety of nutritious foods and fresh water daily.

You know, dear friend, how I love my independence.  Allow me, I pray, a warm sheltered place where I can rest peacefully and feel secure.

If I am wounded in battle or suffering from disease, please tend me gently and see that I am treated by loving and competent hands.

Please protect me from the humans who would hurt and torture me for their own amusement.  I am accustomed to your gentle touch and am not always suspicious, nor swift enough to avoid such malicious acts.

In my later years, when my senses fail me and my infirmities become too great to bear, allow me the comfort and dignity that I desire for my closing days and help me gently in my pain and passing.

Hear this prayer, my dear friend, my fate depends on you.

Amen.

Poem for Cats  (Author Unknown)

And God asked the feline spirit
Are you ready to come home?
Oh, yes, quite so, replied the precious soul
And, as a cat, you know I am most able
To decide anything for myself.

Are you coming then? asked God.
Soon, replied the whiskered angel,
But I must come slowly
For my human friends are troubled,
For you see, they need me, quite certainly.

But don't they understand? asked God
That you'll never leave them?
That your souls are intertwined.  For all eternity.
That nothing is created or destroyed?
It just is...forever and ever and ever.

Eventually they will understand,
Replied the glorious cat,
For I will whisper into their hearts
That I am always with them
I just am...forever and ever and ever.

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