Another Sad Goodbye
When you live with as many various aged animals as we do, goodbyes occur too often. Today, we had to say goodbye to the feral cat that has lived in our house for the last ten years, Veronica. We brought her, her sister, her mother and her father into our house when we lived on a busy corner and noticed that this little clan of grey-ish tabby cats were way too casual about crossing the streets. Plus, our little dog at the time loved them.
So in they came. But the two young girls were very skittish and wouldn’t let us touch them. It took a lot of trickery to get them to the clinic for spaying, testing, vaccinating and eventual house arrest. Our cats are all indoors only. Once in the comforts of our house, we figured they’d lose their feral ways as previous rescued cats have done. We named the young girls Betty & Veronica. Yes, like the Archie comics you old schoolers may recall. Dad we called Ben for his Bengal tiger-like markings and Mom we called Mom. Mom unfortunately died too soon, just a few years after coming indoors.
Ben loves being indoors. Betty & Veronica, not so much. Betty started to mellow and allow us to pet her about five years ago. For the last year or so, she even climbs up onto our laps to be petted. But don’t try to pick her up. Veronica, she never lost touch with her feral self. She was impossible to pet. We could barely touch her. Most visitors to our house never saw her. Mike and I are the only humans that will know she is gone and will miss her. The other cats may wonder where she is but then they’ll soon forget about her. At least that’s how it always appears to me.
So now we’re back to having six indoor cats and two dogs. Bye Veronica, I would have loved to have gotten to pet you and hug you and shower you with love if only you would have let me. But I’m still gonna miss you anyways.