End of an era: Footie Cat
Jan. 13th, 2017 02:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bunnLast night our oldest cat, Footnote, died. We think he had a heart attack. He was 20 years old, and had been with us since he was a kitten, so he had a good run. He had slowly been getting older and tireder, and didn't do much any more but wander between his food bowl and the fire (and occasionally shout loudly to be rescued, if he got a bit confused on the route from A to B.) He was the only one of our current three (now two) cats that we adopted as a kitten, from a friend who had found and rescued a pregnant cat that was being attacked by a dog.
OK occasionally he would still do something like this. That bone was supposed to be for one of the dogs, I think, but the dogs won't argue with the cats if the cats want something, because the cats have much stronger opinions than my dogs and also the dogs know they have really pointy claws. Not that Footie would have bopped a dog. Footie was a peaceable type, unless severely provoked.
Despite his unfortunate prenatal experience, Footie was a cat who always had a strange love of dogs. Even before we had dogs, when we lived in Cheshire, he would go out and meet random dogs in the street and see if they wanted to be friends. He spent a lot of time snuggling with Rosie the last couple of years.
I have some more photos of Footie in earlier days before he was old and tired, but they are on a hard disk I can't get into at the moment. I'll see if I can find them later.
We buried him in the garden this morning, in the sunny spot under the edge of the bushes at the edge of the lawn that he particularly liked to lurk in in his younger days.
OK occasionally he would still do something like this. That bone was supposed to be for one of the dogs, I think, but the dogs won't argue with the cats if the cats want something, because the cats have much stronger opinions than my dogs and also the dogs know they have really pointy claws. Not that Footie would have bopped a dog. Footie was a peaceable type, unless severely provoked.
Despite his unfortunate prenatal experience, Footie was a cat who always had a strange love of dogs. Even before we had dogs, when we lived in Cheshire, he would go out and meet random dogs in the street and see if they wanted to be friends. He spent a lot of time snuggling with Rosie the last couple of years.
I have some more photos of Footie in earlier days before he was old and tired, but they are on a hard disk I can't get into at the moment. I'll see if I can find them later.
We buried him in the garden this morning, in the sunny spot under the edge of the bushes at the edge of the lawn that he particularly liked to lurk in in his younger days.
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Date: 2017-01-13 10:38 pm (UTC)And then Footie came charging out to rub around his labrador chum and generally make it clear that anyone with a dog was a friend of his. So unexpected!
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Date: 2017-01-14 10:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-01-15 01:50 pm (UTC)