Nicknames: Dusty, Dust, Dustbustercat, Oh Biggest Cat, Biggest Cat on the Planet, BulldogKitty
Birthday: July 4th 1997
Coloration: Blue-Cream Smoke
Likes: Food, any kind of food. He also loved to lay on mom's lap in the evening; it was a ritual.
Pet-Peeves: Going to the vet for cancer tests and checkups. I also don't like shampoo, creme rinse, hair brushes, combs, the hair dryer, and smelling like spring flowers. And I really hate the noise of the electric fur clippers.
Favorite Toy: A large handmade catnip mouse and a catnip-filled ball. Dusty also loves to play with the shoelaces on mom's Keds.
Favorite Nap Spot: His long pillow in front of the fireplace (note: we do not use the fireplace).
Favorite Food: Hey, what's on your plate?
Skills: Defending the stairs (we have a 3-level townhome and Dusty always defends the 4th step on any level). He's also doubles as an awesome heating pad, 'specially handy on cold winter nights.
Bio: Dusty entered our lives and warmed our hearts one cold Indiana Saturday in March 1998, and life with Dusty has been an interesting journey. My "Dustbuster" was a very temperamental dude who told it like it was, and we loved him like crazy because he was so mentally and emotionally strong!
Dusty was a long-term diabetic (since 2001 -- amazing, eh?), developed an overactive thyroid in 2008, struggled with his weight (who doesn't?), was a two-time (squamous cell) cancer survivor in 2003 and 2004. On 18 July 2009, Dusty lost his fight against his third cancer (an unusual presentation of high-grade, very aggressive lymphoma).
Dusty had the most amazing emerald green eyes. And he talked up a storm, usually in the middle of the night!
Oh ... and DustytheDogcat followed mom everywhere, even to bed. He had many favorite sleeping places near mom -- like the pillow. Dusty's all-time favorite perch was mom's back. Whenever mom rolled onto her tummy, Dusty climbed on mom's back, hugged her 'round the neck, and then settled in for the night, keeping mom safe and warm!
Forums Motto: Defender of the Fourth Step, and Hummers
It's been 4 years ago today, July 18, that you departed for the Bridge. Oh, how your mamacat misses you so! Every day, every year that you're gone, your absence is a little easier on mamacat's heart. Still, the pillow by the fireplace is so empty without Dogcat perched upon it. Mamacat's lap, from hips to ankles, yearns to feel your 26 pounds of love and devotion stretched across it, just one more time.
Mamacat knows you visited her during last night's long sleep. It was the best sleep she's had in many months. She dreamed of a grey tabby--a senior kitty with special needs she thinks--who needs a home. Mamacat isn't sure who, yet. But the dream was so vivid, so real. Incredibly lucid. More than a dream. Mamacat walked alongside her Dogcat and his mystery furiend, Little Grey, on a beautiful journey. Mamacat awoke from her night's slumber wishing sleep would wash over her mind just a little longer.
Mamacat knows it was you who guided her dream, because Little Grey lay on mamacat's lap, back, and pillow, in the same manner as her Dogcat. Mamacat heard the soft, gentle music of Dogcat's purr in her ear and realized it was that of Little Grey, too. Mamacat felt the gentle roughness of a tiny pink tongue as it took snacks from her outstretched fingers. In her magical dreamtime interaction, Mamacat experienced Little Grey's playfulness, the style displayed by her Dogcat. But who, who is Little Grey? "Wait! Tell me who, Dusty!" called mamacat when her eyes opened to dawn's baby blue hue.
Mamacat knows this is a sign of whiskers and fur and paws and purrs to come her way. Soon, perhaps? Mamacat searched and searched the local rescue sites for Little Grey; still the search continues. Mamacat agrees, the Dogcat will guide her to the 'purrfect' little grey tabby in need. The Dogcat will tell mamacat when it's time to spring into action and rescue a meowster in need. Perfection not wanted. Only love is required. Mamacat is sure you will return to provide her more guidance.
Please keep visiting mamacat in her dreams, Dogcat. Guide mamacat to the meowster in need, the furry one who will fill the void in her heart and that spot by the fireplace. Little Grey is out there, somewhere. Meanwhile, thank you for sending your hummingbird friends. Their fairy dances and verde flashes remind me of your bright emerald eyes, and of your gentleness understood only by mamacat.
Miss you deeply, and always will, my Dogcat, my defender. Love you, my Dreamtime Angel.
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