A Voice from the Bridge

My second (and last) diary entry

February 2nd 2014 2:52 pm
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Tigger's family had the idea of giving every member of the family one last diary entry, which we think is lovely. So I'm going first for my family. I was already at the Bridge when we joined Catster, so I haven't had all that much to say, though I've been pleased to be in the welcoming committee for many of my family's friends and other wonderful cats.

Here's my story. My Mom, who was running an organic veggie farm at the time, had just lost a wonderful orange tabby (named Tigger, by the way) to a misguided teenager with a .22 and a yen to kill something.

Heartbroken, she decided she needed another orangie in her life, and she visited the nearest shelter, where she found a cage with an energetic orange kitten who immediately stretched a paw out of the cage to touch her. "I'll take him!" she said. But then she noticed there was another orange kitten in the cage, huddled far in the back and looking at her fearfully. That was me.

She was afraid that a shy kitten like me would have a hard time being adopted, and didn't want to separate us, so we both went home with her. She named us Truck and Patch (since she was operating what the old-timers would call a "truckpatch").

I was the big cowardly lion to Truck's compact hyperactive cheetah. He was into everything and full of life. Until one day he wasn't. He died suddenly before he was a year old, from what the vet speculated was cardiomyopathy.

I was also the last of Mom's cats to be allowed outdoors. We were on a farm, after all, and farms need outdoor cats to fend off the rodents. But one late December day, she was reading the paper when she heard a "thump" outside. Our house was right on a road, as is common in the country. It wasn't a particularly busy road, but cars and cats don't mix in even the best of situations.

She ran outside to find me lying on the road, blood coming from my nose. She grabbed me up, sobbing, but suddenly I kicked her in the ribs -- hard. She yelled for my (then) Dad (he died the next year) to get the keys, and we raced to the vet -- our wonderful country vet, who started getting a heating pad and an IV ready immediately even though it was a Sunday.

Turned out I had nothing broken, no internal injuries even. I spent the next several weeks stretched out in front of a space heater, letting the heat soak into every muscle and joint. I was so lucky. Mom was so lucky. I got many, many more years with my family, and my only other diary entry chronicles my Bridge passing.

I probably won't follow the family to another site after Catster. But I hope they will find many of you there, and that these precious friendships and memories can keep going on.

Love you all,
Patch

 
 

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Purred by: SKIDS KITTY gone, never forgot (Catster Member)

February 3rd 2014 at 3:02 am

wow that is an incredible story thanks for sharing it and your life story with us we will miss everyone here if we can stay in touch on face book we are https://www.facebook.com/moe.mightymoe

hugs nad purrs
Purred by: ♥ Jezebel RIP ♥ (Catster Member)

February 3rd 2014 at 6:23 am

Thanks for sharing your story.
Purred by: Tigger (Catster Member)

February 5th 2014 at 8:10 pm

Glad we got to hear your meows again Patch. We know you will be watching over us all. Purrs by orangey brother!
Purred by: Cody ~ DB #173b (Catster Member)

February 6th 2014 at 1:03 am

Thank you for sharing your story, Patch. It sounds like you had a wonderfur life & are doing a great job as part of the welcoming committee over the Bridge.


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