Sunday, December 14, 2008

Skeeter - In Memorium

First, a poem...

"ODE TO SKEETER", a poor poem from a distraught friend…

O Cat!
Precious Friend, companion, snuggler.

Inquirer of my mood, my thoughts, my worries,
Fingertip-licker, lap-sitter, arm-nuzzler!

Attention-demander, stroke-receiver, lap-treader,
Meower extraordinaire, stretcher, bug-hunter,
Mouser beyond compare…

How did I love you?
I cannot count the ways you gained access to my heart.

Really, everything you did defined graceful motion,
Attention to me, or your pursuits.

You could run through a china shop, and not disturb a thing.
Or destroy everything nearby. Your decision.

The most utterly perfectly suited creature to live in the natural world…
And you chose to stay with me.




Second, a short review of his life...

THE TALE OF SKEETER THE CAT:

I remember the first day I met you, alone and frightened in that little pet store being renovated with great dust and loud noise. How you were terrified by the commotion. I had not come into the store looking for you, but I found you anyway and brought you out with me. Together, we escaped the sounds and dust.

At home, I let you sit in the little cardboard kitty box for an hour to smell the clean air and the quiet of your new forever home.



When I opened the box you fled, and who would blame you, to the nearest hidey hole you found. Under kitchen counters, into the air vent cutout, deep and calm. You stayed in there for 3 days, but when lured out with treats and quiet talk, you discovered warmth and kindness and scritches for the first time. The time of terror was over as you melted into my arms with your first purrs.

You grew to teenage pride, and in the meantime, like a young shining knight of King Arthur’s court, you protected the weak and frightened LC kitty newly arrived on the following Halloween day, from the Great and terrible Grendel Kitty Tinkerbelle. You whapped back at Tinkerbelle for the first time, to protect your young charge where before you would not do so for your own sake.



You grew to be a great mancat, lounging among the flowers in your prime. All the mice and bunnies were yours to command. And control them you did. In your best year, no vole or mouse dared to chance your backyard domain.



But time waits for nocat, eventually the Bridge began to call. You saw that time coming. As you had passed on your hunting knowledge to LC years ago, you did the same for your new sister Ayla. You taught her well, old knight… Instead of a powerful terror-lord of mice, there would be a lethal princess of mousie-doom. Yes, you taught her well.


Passing on the crown, you allowed yourself to finally give in to the call of the Bridge. You spent your last days at the side and feet of the Being you loved so well and so long. When the call became too strong, you asked to visit the Good Vet for assistance. Calmly ensconced in my arms, you smiled and said “See you on the other side, my friend”.



Thank you for your time with me, Skeeter… It may be a few years, but I’ll “see you on the other side, my friend”.

This side of the Bridge is emptier without you, Skeeter, nor will I ever see your like again….

THUS ENDS THE TALE OF SKEETER THE CAT…



Third, Skeeter, 5,884 days were not enough. But they were all that were allowed. I cherished every day from the first to the last. And there will be many more days that I will cherish the memory our all-too-brief time together... Enjoy your health and happiness over The Bridge, dear friend, and know that we will meet again some day.

29 comments:

Kaz's Cats said...

Leaky eyes all round down here. That whole post is a beautiful way to pay tribute to Skeeter. Purrs to you, Big Thing, and to LC and Ayla,

{{hugs}}

Gypsy & Tasha & Kaz (Mum)

Evie/VampyVictor said...

I can feel the warmth and love in skeeters heart reading this.
WE is very leaky but we wanted to say how very very VERY beautiful your post is :)))

Much love to you and your little familie :))

Parker said...

That was a beautiful tribute to a most deserving cat. I could read the love in every word.
Hugs to you and to LC and to Ayla.
xoxoxoxox

Alasandra said...

Lovely tribute to Skeeter. He was a lucky cat to have inspired such love and devotion.~S,S & C

Cory said...

You are making our eyes leak...what a special life you shared with each other. We love the great picture of Skeeter in the garden with the purple flowers in the background.

Teri said...

Forever in your heart, your life together continues, and we think you will see Skeeter in his favorite spots and see him in things that LC and Ayla do and hopefully that will not make you sad for long but happy in the life you were able to share together. That is how our "Lady Big Thing" feels now when she thinks of her special Bo cat and of her Special Man Big Thing, Mike.
She gets very sad sometimes, but knowing she had something so special in her life, makes her smile again before long.

Bunts from Teri and the Furrydance cats

Daisy said...

Such a beautiful and heartfelt tribute to Skeeter. Your love shines through.

Willie said...

Aww, what a wonderful story, Mum's eyes are leaky. We luv u guys.

Willie

Niko and Cloud said...

Mom's eyes are so leaky. You were such a good bean to Skeeter, Big Thing!

Sassy Kat said...

I am so terribly sorry that Skeeter went to the bridge. My heart is heavy and the momm of the house has the tears s=coming down her face. My prayers are with you as you go through this hard time.

Jan's Funny Farm said...

This is a beautiful tribute to your loyal friend and companion of many years. It certainly does bring tears to the eyes.

The Lee County Clowder said...

A beautiful tribute to a special kittie. Our eyes are leaking, big time.

Fare well, Skeeter. Until we meet again for the first time at The Bridge.

Cheysuli and gemini said...

That was a most beautiful tribute to Skeeter.

PB 'n J said...

That was a beautiful tribute for Skeeter.

We'll see you again dear friend, across the bridge.

Beverly and Smokey said...

Every word shows the love and devotion you felt for Skeeter. Our purrs and purrayers are with all of you.

Gretchen and Mike said...

*tear filled eyes* What a lovely, "good," poem you wrote about your longtime friend and companion. It was beautifully written.

I enjoyed reading about how you found Skeeter and how he took to LC.

Mike and I and Bean are still keeping a purrful watch for you, LC and Alya. That you're hearts will be mended and your memories bright.

Hugs to you all...Gretchen

ML said...

What a beautiful tribute.

Everycat said...

What a wonderful tribute to your very beloved friend. What a good cat he was.

Whicky Wuudler

The Cat Realm said...

All are crying here.... Skeeter had such a wonderful and long life full of love. That is all that counts. The hole he left will never be filled, and that is life. He was a great cat, and he will never be forgotten!

Max said...

You and Skeeter were meant to be, Big Thing. When I finally get to the Bridge I'm gonna give him a big High Five, 'cause he did his job as well as a kitty can.

The Furry Bambinos said...

That was an absolutely beautiful eulogy to a cat well loved, who lived life well and to the fullest. We were very saddened to read the news of Skeeter's passing. Please accept our deepest sympathies at this difficult time. May your memories, photos, and stories provide some small means of comfort.

Purrs,
Padre, Panda Bear, and Meerkat, and Mom Sue

Riley & Tiki said...

What a wonderful tribute to Skeeter.

Sunny's Mommy said...

That is a wonderful tribute.

Spitty the Kitty said...

It was nice to read about Skeeter. He was one of the lucky ones to have had such a nice long life in a furever home with his Person who loved him :-)

Jake and Bathsheba said...

Uh, oh, Mom's a soggy mess now. That was a very touching story and the love just oozed from every paragraph. Farewell, dear Skeeter.

~J&B

Samantha and Mr. Tigger said...

Can't hardly write!! Tears are pouring down all over!! (((((Hugs from our house to yours!!!)))
YFF,

The Island Cats said...

This is a wonderful tribute to Skeeter...mom's eyes are all leaky...you have done Skeeter well...

Milo and Alfie's Mom said...

I just read this beautifil post today and I am so sad, and yet so happy too that was Skeeter was so loved. You must miss him terribly (just as I miss my beautiful Henry who went to the bridge in 2004). One never gets over losing such a wonderful cat ... time moves on ... but the memories stay. A poem for you because I'm hoping that if you haven't already, you will one day reach your 4th day.

~

Living Love

If you ever love an animal, there are three days in your life you will always remember...
The first is a day, blessed with happiness, when you bring home your young new friend. You may have spent weeks deciding on a breed. You may have asked numerous opinions of many vets, or done long research in finding a breeder. Or, perhaps in a fleeting moment, you may have just chosen that silly looking mutt in a shelter - simply because something in its eyes reached your heart. But when you bring that chosen pet home, and watch it explore, and claim its special place in your hall or front room - and when you feel it brush against you for the first time - it instills a feeling of pure love you will carry with you through the many years to come.

The second day will occur eight or nine or ten years later. It will be a day like any other. Routine and unexceptional. But, for a surprising instant, you will look at your long-time friend and see age where you once saw youth. You will see slow deliberate steps where you once saw energy. And you will see sleep where you once saw activity. So you will begin to adjust your friend's diet - and you may add a pill or two to her food. And you may feel a growing fear deep within yourself, which bodes of a coming emptiness. And you will feel this uneasy feeling, on and off, until the third day finally arrives.

And on this day - if your friend and God have not decided for you, then you will be faced with making a decision of your own - on behalf of your lifelong friend, and with the guidance of your own deepest Spirit. But whichever way your friend eventually leaves you - you will feel as alone as a single star in the dark night. If you are wise, you will let the tears flow as freely and as often as they must. And if you are typical, you will find that not many in your circle of family or friends will be able to understand your grief, or comfort you. But if you are true to the love of the pet you cherished through the many joy-filled years, you may find that a soul - a bit smaller in size than your own - seems to walk with you, at times, during the lonely days to come. And at moments when you least expect anything out of the ordinary to happen, you may feel something brush against your leg - very, very lightly. And looking down at the place where your dear, perhaps dearest, friend used to lie - you will remember those three significant days. The memory will most likely be painful, and leave an ache in your heart. As time passes, the ache will come and go as it has a life of its own. You will both reject it and embrace it, and it may confuse you. If you reject it, it will depress you. If you embrace it, it will deepen you. Either way, it will still be an ache.

But there will be, I assure you, a fourth day when - along with the memory of your pet - and piercing through the heaviness in your heart - there will come a realization that belongs only to you. It will be as unique and strong as our relationship with each animal we have loved, and lost. This realization takes the form of a Living Love - like the heavenly scent of a rose that remains after the petals have wilted, this love will remain and grow - and be there for us to remember. It is a love we have earned. It is the legacy our pets leave us when they go. And it is a gift we may keep with us as long as we live. It is a love which is ours alone. And until we ourselves leave, perhaps to join our beloved pets - it is a love that we will always possess.

~ Written by Martin Scot Kosins, Author of "Maya's First Rose" ~

Name: Mr. Hendrix said...

There will never be another like Skeeter for sure. We are thinking of you and sending you comforting purrs today