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My Life

19 months ago

19 months ago today Mom was once again crying...She was remembering the day that my brother D-Max made the journey to the meadow...the 19th was once again a sad day for her...That was the day that you White Boots made the journey to the meadow to join my brother D-Max...You came into our life on the patio that summer after D-Max left us....All you wanted was to be loved....I remember the day you came to the window where I was sitting and I hissed at you..I am sorry I hissed at you...All you wanted was a friend to play with...I wish I could have been your friend but you see I carry the corona virus and I do not handle stress so it would have been stressful for me if you had come into the house to live and Mom wanted to protect me...At the same time you were a hunter at heart and maybe living inside would not have been good for you...

As summer became fall and then winter you lived on the porch..I knew you settled into your little file cabinet house..I knew you were out there and it made me happy to know that Mom was feeding you....you spend Christmas with us....My girlfriends not only sent me a pressie but they sent you a blankie for your file cabinet house..I know it made you happy to be remembered and feel loved..You were and still are a part of our family...

As it got colder your runny nose kept getting worse and Mom was trying to make you better but one day she looked at you and said that you have to get out of the cold..You came into the house and had your own little room where it was warm and Mom could look after you..I knew you were there and sick and I purred for you..but is was too late to save you.. .You had something called Feline Aids...Another 3 letter word that I do not understand but it meant that you were going to join my brother D-Max that day 19 months ago...I love you White Boots..I am sorry I hissed at you..You deserved better...you will always be the Friendly Intruder who found us and shared a home with us for a short time...

44 months ago

44 months ago this morning I sat on the floor with my brother, my litter mate, my best friend D-Max....He was sick, very sick with something called FIP....How could 3 simple letters be so serious? He was sick before but Mom would take him to Dr Steve and he would come home and I would help him feel better and we would once again, share a sunbeam to nap and chase each other up and down the stairs...

We were and still are connected by a bond of not only genetics but love...We did everything together....We were the same age but he was my big brother my protector....He was the strong brave brother..I was the follower....I depended on him to tell me what to do and make me a more sociable cat...I was scared when I left my mommy cat and came to live in a strange house but he was here for me....

I am sitting here on the same floor on almost the exact same spot I sat that morning 44 months ago as we had our final communication...We had a unique way of communicating with each other.....D-Max knew he was going to go see Dr Steve and he knew he was not coming home this time....He told Mom during the night that he was tired and he was ready to make the journey to a place called Rainbow's Bridge where he would be rid of the FIP and he would be healthy and watching over me and Mom and Pops...

I saw Mom crying then as she lovingly picked my brother up and wrapped him in a towel and held him close to me to give him one last whisker kiss and then she carried him out....She came home crying and I tried to comfort her but I was also sad..I lost my best friend that day...

A week or so later she left again and this time she came home with a little wooden box..she held it for me to sniff and said it was my brother D-Max and he was home where he belonged..It was what was left of his frail body..I know his spirit never left this house..He is here always..I see him and know when he comes..sometimes he and I chase each other up and down the stairs and he says hi to Mom but mostly he comes to see me...

D-Max in his too short life was pure and innocent....He did not ask to be sick but he was brave in his illness...never complaining, only loving Mom and knowing that she was doing the best she could with the knowledge she had at the time..With that knowledge Mom is a different person today, she understands better how to care for me with better nutrition and to ask questions of Dr Steve if I am sick..But more important she is a much better person, more compassionate and caring....

I love you D-Max...I will never get used to life without you...I miss you but I know sometime we will be reunited in the meadow at Rainbow's Bridge...We were supposed to grow old together...

My Toothie

Next week I have to go to Dr Steve to get my toothie looked at..I will most likley be losing it..Mom is very scared and worried about me...

My girlfriends Maggie and Aggie have lit candles for me and all of my friends at the MOLBOL Are purraying for me...

My good friend Raggy Jude wrote a poem for me and sent it to Mom...


I was talking with Midnight about his toothie and his wonderful Dr. Steve and I put together this little poem... I hope you like it.

Dr. Steve my wonderful friend
to my toothie you will attend
I’m a little worried, I guess you know
but nevertheless to see you my friend, I shall go
Mom will give me lots of hugs, kisses & all her love
and prayers will shower me from above
We shall march right in, you and I
& everyone will see I’m such a handsome guy
Everything will go well Mom, just you wait and see
I’ll turn on the charm & have the ladies drooling over me.

Love, headbonkies and foot sniffs,

Raggy Jude