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Jacks Journey into Senior Life

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Birthday wishes to my friend

May 18th 2014 10:49 am
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I find it difficult to write in Jacks' diary anymore. He was so full of life, that it was easy before. He gave me so many options. Now, I can't even write as his voice. There are some cats who only notice you when they want food or belly rubs. They ignore you, scratch you when pick them up, look away from you with indifference... Jacks was not like that. He paid attention to everything. He had an intense stare, and he meowed at you when you returned his gaze. He was always aware when someone was sick. He, who preferred to sleep alone, followed you to bed and slept by your side in your sickness. We said he had healing powers. When he became very sick this winter, it was I that he sought out to sleep on, and I returned all those times of healing and comfort to him. And as he slept on my lap, I couldn't find the strength to let go, but he gave me the sense that he was at peace and ready to go. He was still giving me comfort when I thought I was the one comforting him. 13 years is a long time to share a life and then let it go. I miss him and his middle of the night yowling. I want to thank everyone who remembered Jacks on his birthday with gifts and photos. Heaven is even brighter now that Jacks is there. Happy Birthday, my friend.


Goodbye, my friend

January 2nd 2014 7:12 pm
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Today, I held my friend's head when he took his last breath. It has taken me a long time to have the courage to let him go. He has been a member of the family for 13 years. He has grown up with the children. He was the one who slept with us when we were sick. He was an acrobat and a master hunter. He always responded in conversation when you said his name. He was never afraid to stare intensely at you without blinking or walking away. He occasionally stroked our faces softly with his paw. He liked to sit on our shoulders, and he was the loudest purrer in the house. He was named after the old children's game of jacks because he bounced around as a kitten like a rubber super ball. He has given us so much fun and laughter, and now he is gone. He made his quiet journey this morning at 11 a.m. I told him he lived a good life, and my heart broke into a million pieces. He left this world peacefully in a matter of moments, but his life will never be forgotten or erased from my heart. He was my good friend, and I'm sad we had to say goodbye. He will be FOREVER missed and loved. Goodbye, my Jacks.


Many blessings!

December 16th 2013 10:32 pm
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A man knows how truly blessed he is when he sees the size of his friends hearts. Thank you, all my wonderful friends, for honoring me on my Daily Diary Pick with all the gifts, pawmails, comments, and photos. It has been a rough week, but my mom got her water back yesterday. The pipes eventually burst. We were all so happy that she got her shower and her house cleaned because she was singing and being silly. We especially love her when she's silly. During the ice imprisonment as we called it, we all had to huddle together to stay warm and keep our spirits up. I stayed very close to mom. I slept on her every night. She is really wanting me to stay around through Christmas. I haven't thrown up any water lately, and mom thinks your purrs have been helping me. So onward to Christmas, my friends! Thank you all so very much, and I hope you all have a very Merry Christmas!


Still frozen...and a bit sentimental

December 10th 2013 6:04 pm
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The first snow from my previous diary has turned into a complete nightmare of an ice storm. We live in the Willamette Valley here in Oregon, and the snow level usually isn't low enough to cause much damage. There is always a first time for everything though, rest assured. This is day 5 of being confined to house arrest to mother nature. Day 3 with no hot water. Mom has done well considering these conditions, but she's almost lost her cookies a couple times. The temperatures won't go above freezing, and the country roads are sheets of ice. There is no use in fighting it. We are helplessly waiting on a thaw of epic proportions. Mom is also worried about me. She cannot make it to the vet. We are very moved by the outpouring of support from my friends - VERY. Mom is over here close to tears. I could say it is traumatic stress disorder due to ice entrapment, but she is thinking of me. I'm sitting on her lap next to the fire, and she is petting me. She is feeling my ribs and my vertebrae, my shoulder blades, even the ridges of my skull. She is worrying about me. She has slept on the couch 2 nights now because her room feels like a deep-freeze, and I've slept in her arms. She truly wants me as comfortable as possible. She wants everyone to know we feel your purrs, and we're overwhelmed with all the support of such loving and wonderful friends. Like I said, mom is on the verge of tears. We will eventually thaw and I will make my journey, but be assured my friends, you have all put a smile on my face. Thank you.


First snow.....

December 6th 2013 3:47 pm
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Today is the first snow of the winter. The humans have been getting alot of laughter at the poodle's expense. The black dog played in the snow relentlessly, and finally came in with white ice chunks frozen to her curly hair. I, on the other hand, have been not feeling well at all. Mom has not been able to face my end, but I'm afraid she has come to see she can't avoid it much longer. I'm peeing everywhere and vomiting water. My 8 pound body can't hold onto the water that I consume so voraciously. Mom was sweeping the kitchen and found another spot of water that I couldn't keep down. I've been sleeping next to the fire without moving. Mom came to sit down with the electric blanket and called me to sit with her. I barely opened my eyes and glanced at her. I didn't move and closed my eyes. This is the realization that it will probably be my last weekend with my humans. Mom doesn't want to say goodbye, but she can't be selfish enough to let me suffer with my illness. This is what true love entails, to love one enough to set him free. I've lived a good life, and I've taught my mom many things. Please keep us in your purrs this weekend.



September 11th 2013 9:56 pm
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Friends, it has been a while since I've touched base with you. I've had many good midnight performances since we last spoke, "many" meaning nightly. My yowling is lengendary in these parts. I've carried on, despite my illnesses, like a trooper. I've left autographs all along the refridgerator for my adoring fans. But alas, I'm slowing down. The nights have been quiet in my household. The humans have noticed my disappearance from the public eye, and frankly, it is worrying my mom. She noticed me sleeping ALL day without moving, and then, the weight loss. My excessive drinking and litterbox trips tipped her off, but my sudden plunge into retirement enforced a visit to the vet office. Just as mom suspected, my kidney values were elevated. This morning I didn't eat. Not 1 day in my life have I ever turned food away. And I've been sleeping on mom's lap, something else I never do. Mom is sad, but I touch her face with my paw and tell her I've had a wonderful life. She will know what to do when it's time.

Yours Truly,


I'm now a teenager

May 15th 2013 7:41 pm
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I have reached my teenage years. In cat years, this means I'm now in my twilight years. Mom looked it up, and this makes me 68 years old if I were unfortunate enough to be human. I was born and came into this family 8 weeks later, when the human kids were practically babies themselves. We have grown up together, all now teenagers. They in their youthful prime, me with hyperthyroidism and renal disease in senior citizenship. But, I can't complain. I have never been homeless. I have never gone without a meal. I have been priviledged to have the freedom to be a hunter, mom calls it 'Pest Management.' Yeah, I'm living the good life. And what did mom give me on my 13th birthday? A flea treatment of advantage multi on the back of my neck. Really, mom? Am I going to have to yowl the blues at midnight? I walked around with my neck hair shooting straight out like an unclean punk rocker. Oh the indignity! And just when I lost all hope, my mom smiles and gives me a handful of treats! That's the mom I know and love. "You look good for 68," she says. I always knew she had good taste.


Mimicry is the sincerest form of flattery

April 7th 2013 8:12 pm
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The humans have continued to be dazzled by my talents, even going as far as trying to record me on their phones. Yes, that's right. I'm going to have a recording! Anyways, the human boy has kept mom busy this week with something called a Prom. He went last night, and do you know what? He came out of his room in a tuxedo! He was dressed exactly like me! It was like looking in a mirror. How mom could stand 2 classy men in one house, I'll never know. I'm flattered that he chose to see the style that exudes from every fiber of my being, and mimic my greatness. Only the great ones can pull off the distinguished tuxedo: Cary Grant, Gary Cooper, although we can't say that name around mom or she will break out in hives she loves him so much, Frank Sinatra, and my personal favorite, Dean Martin. My brother and littermate also got the tuxedo markings, but not in black unfortunately. Mortimer's tabby tuxedo makes him look like Gene Kelly and Donald O'Connor singing "Fit As A Fiddle" in Singin' In The Rain. Poor chap. But anyhow, I just want to congratulate the human boy on his choice of apparel for this Prom thing. I'm glad I could inspire such magnitude. Fernando Lamas said, it is better to look good, than to feel good....or was that Billy Crystal?



April 5th 2013 12:47 pm
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I have been tagged by my amazing, whimsical, and completely delightful friend, Samhain. You are a doll, Samhain. Anyways, all there is to do is change the answers and tag 5 more wonderful friends!
Five Things I Like About Spring:
1. Warmer nights mean less warm-up time for my yowling performances. (I'm yowling now, as my secretary writes this.)
2. Cantalope scraps.
3. Sun brings all kinds of creatures to life, so that I may hunt inbetween naps.
4. The humans dig around to plant flowers, and I love to play in fresh dirt.
5. The apple tree sprouts and makes for delightful climbing.
I am tagging:
Mr. Nigel


Cat of the Day!

April 3rd 2013 9:15 pm
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I had a nice, lazy day today. Watching for birds, taking naps in the sunshine, practicing my voice scales for my nightly shows. Then, mom came home from a 10 hour work day to find that I was Catsters Cat of the Day. I was famous the whole day and I didn't even know it! The outrage! But, I rapidly got over the anguish when I saw all the wonderful things my fur friends had done for me. I have to say that I have the best friends a cat could ever ask for! I'd love to thank those that sent rosettes and stars: Rex & Bugsy's family, Frankkie & Grace & Casey & Leo, Reanan, Samhain's family, Milo Blue Eyes' family, Mac & Ivy & Jax's family, Mista R.I.P.'s family, Edwina's family, Simon & Rueben, Big Bob & Platelicker's family, Forrest Grump, Georgie, Mr. Nigel, Uboo, and Smiley Cassanova! I'd like to thank those that made me photos: Friday, your black and white makes me look like Cary Grant; Samhain, your kite makes me look like I'm on a Pink Floyd album cover; Manytoes~DB #120, your blue birds make me look like I'm in a Disney movie; and Sammie, you've given me a page keepsake! I'd like to thank those who sent me pawmail: Angel Buddie, Abby, Sammie, Jameson - DT #26, and Samhain! I'd like to thank all those who visited my page and left me treats, and those who asked to be my friend! I'd like to thank Catster for making my life extraordinary today, and making mom proud of me. I really do have the best friends ever! I think there may be an extra spring in my step for tonight's show. Watch out Michael Bubble!

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