Goodbye to a friend
After spending last week away on a business trip, I returned home Saturday, to discover that my sweet 18 year old cat Baby Boy had died.
I didn't have him for the full time. I got him from a man in my office building who was retiring. Baby Boy was an office cat and had always lived in an office. When the owner was retiring, he was moving and couldn't take Baby Boy with him. None of the workers could take Baby Boy either.
One day when I saw him in the elevator, I told him how much his cat looked like my cat in Cincinnati who suddenly got sick and had just died a few days earlier - before I could bring her to NYC. Coincidentally enough, her name was Baby Girl. Here's a picture I took on my camera phone the day I had to take her and Niger to my cousin's house until I was settled in NYC.
The man in the elevator was practically in tears telling me that he had no one to take his cat and I was practically in tears talking about my cat. To make a long story short, I agreed to take Baby Boy.
It took about a year for him to get used to Niger and not try and claw her eyes out whenever she came near him. They finally got to the point where he would allow her to groom him and the two of them became very close. The first night without him, she went from room to room meowing like mad. She's never done that before and I can only assume it was because she was looking for him
Unfortunately for the past few months Baby Boy really started to show his age. He couldn't hear so good, couldn't see so well, walked a little slower, slept a lot more, needed a lot more cuddling and hugs, and expressed more hesitation before jumping up on the bed and other high places.
I've been working from home since March and Baby Boy's main place of rest during my working hours was on my desk, curled up with his head on my arm.
He was a sweet and wonderful cat to me and a wonderful friend to Niger. He will be missed. :-)
After thinking back on it, I think that for the past few weeks I have been forcing him to stay alive. He suddenly didn't want to eat and was spending more time alone. I also noticed that he didn't purr as much as he used to. I countered this by getting all his favorite food and seeking him out whenever he was hiding. Trust me this wasn't hard because my apartment isn't THAT big, so there's not many places he could go. The main place he'd go is the bathtub, which coincidentally was the place I found him.
Thanks for reading Baby Boy's story and hugs to any one who's also lost a pet.
I didn't have him for the full time. I got him from a man in my office building who was retiring. Baby Boy was an office cat and had always lived in an office. When the owner was retiring, he was moving and couldn't take Baby Boy with him. None of the workers could take Baby Boy either.
One day when I saw him in the elevator, I told him how much his cat looked like my cat in Cincinnati who suddenly got sick and had just died a few days earlier - before I could bring her to NYC. Coincidentally enough, her name was Baby Girl. Here's a picture I took on my camera phone the day I had to take her and Niger to my cousin's house until I was settled in NYC.
The man in the elevator was practically in tears telling me that he had no one to take his cat and I was practically in tears talking about my cat. To make a long story short, I agreed to take Baby Boy.
It took about a year for him to get used to Niger and not try and claw her eyes out whenever she came near him. They finally got to the point where he would allow her to groom him and the two of them became very close. The first night without him, she went from room to room meowing like mad. She's never done that before and I can only assume it was because she was looking for him
Unfortunately for the past few months Baby Boy really started to show his age. He couldn't hear so good, couldn't see so well, walked a little slower, slept a lot more, needed a lot more cuddling and hugs, and expressed more hesitation before jumping up on the bed and other high places.
I've been working from home since March and Baby Boy's main place of rest during my working hours was on my desk, curled up with his head on my arm.
He was a sweet and wonderful cat to me and a wonderful friend to Niger. He will be missed. :-)
After thinking back on it, I think that for the past few weeks I have been forcing him to stay alive. He suddenly didn't want to eat and was spending more time alone. I also noticed that he didn't purr as much as he used to. I countered this by getting all his favorite food and seeking him out whenever he was hiding. Trust me this wasn't hard because my apartment isn't THAT big, so there's not many places he could go. The main place he'd go is the bathtub, which coincidentally was the place I found him.
Thanks for reading Baby Boy's story and hugs to any one who's also lost a pet.
Comments
I am from Niger the country but i live in Queens Nyc , i manage the website about Niger called www.niger1.com
my email is niger1.com@gmail.com
confirm me if you are talking about Niger the cat or the country
i'm sorry you lost your cat, gg.