Saturday, December 10, 2011

In Memorium, Skeeter



THE BIG THING:  Well, it is the 3rd anniversary of Skeeter's death.  I still miss him SO much.  I won't retell his life this time.  I've done that often enough.  I think I'll just mention a few memories...

Skeeter finally coming out of his hidey-hole to accept the first scritches, then staying close to me for days after, so that I named him after the mosquitos (skeeters)...

Skeeter immediately protecting the young LC when she came into the house a year later...

Skeeter outside in his prime, jumping higher than my head to grab a passing sparrow...

Skeeter napping near a pile of honeysuckle, then without transition, plunging inside to haul out a juvenile rabbit... 

Skeeter catching voles without the least effort...

Skeeter of 16 pounds of rippling muscles at his best...

Skeeter curled up on my lap every evening purring his head off, and sometimes actually passing out from the pleasure of the scritchies...

Skeeter giving LC attention every day all his adult life...

Skeeter curled up next to me under the blankets every night in his old age, quiet and grateful for the warmth...

Skeeter, aging, failing, losing the litterbox habits, but still loving and attentive, trying his best.  Sitting on my lap purring happily when I picked him up to there when he couldn't hop up on his own anymore....

Skeeter, finally falling over as he tried to walk the last day...

Skeeter on the vet table, purring as he looked into my eyes and I looked into his the last time, passing from my world at 3:45 PM on this date 3 years ago...

Release from his struggles, then joyful happiness and health over The Bridge, aged 5 again forever...

The long drive home with his abandoned body.

And burying him in the cold, dark ground...

I sure miss you, Skeeter.

3 years and it hurts like yesterday...

Mark