August 15, 2012

• Junior.

  I’m moving over some of the blogs and photos mentioning Junior, my beloved and MUCH missed cat from the Tree Farm. He was My Cat for a couple of years and I was totally in love with him. We’d hoped that when we got an apartment we’d be able to bring him with us, but this place we’re in now isn’t suitable at all so we decided to leave him with his Momma and cousins back at the Tree Farm. Sadly, about the time we were moving here in April this year, he disappeared, and despite Pops and Roger keeping an eye out and going looking for him, he never turned back up. We can only think the worst.

   

  He’d found his way to us in late December 2010, the runt of that Spring’s litter and then having tangled badly with a raccoon in the Fall. He was near to death – face all ripped up, a bag of skin and bone, and he’d crawled under the hot water tank fireplace outside our camper to die. His chest was so congested he sounded like he was drowning, and he could barely stand. Shane said we should let nature take its course and let him die, at least in some warmth. So I went along with that and made the decision along with Shane not to feed him or tend to him. This was country life, and it’s hard as Hell.

   

  But Shane gave in first, lol, and started feeding Junior juice from a tin of tuna with a dropper. I cleaned his face each day with cotton balls, built him a wood platform at the side of the tank with a towel to sleep on so his face wouldn’t be constantly in the dirt adding to his breathing problems, and started giving him Vitamin C in his food. He was still really sickly and we didn’t expect him to live. But he did… and I spent the next couple of years with My Cat, who totally stole my heart and became one of the most important things in my life.

   

  You wouldn’t believe how much I miss him. I can hardly walk by the cat food in the store without choking up, and I know I’ll shed a few tears tonight while I’m moving my memories of him here. I know in my heart that he’s dead – either run over or got into another fight with something he shouldn’t have on the Tree Farm. But at least his life was happy with us, and he knew he was loved.

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