I posted this tribute to Mookie in Dec 2012 when he died:
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My Golden Boy
He sat on a pillow in the middle of his cage at the mspca in Salem, Ma. He was 8 weeks old, gold, and the last of his litter.
He was a tiny cat with ears too large for his head. No one wanted him; yet he positioned himself so regally upon that pillow, and he was the color of Halloween. Why not pick him up? He was soft and gentle. He nuzzled his way into the palm of our hands, and won our hearts. We called him Mookie in honor of Mookie Wilson - one of the great Met baseball players. His body quickly grew and balanced out his ears, turning him into a very handsome cat.
Sleeping like a baby in his living years |
Mookie wanted everyone he met to be his, so he would rub his chin against you as his mark that you now belonged to him. Everyone loved him: vets, handlers, friends and family. But, at the end of the day, he followed me upstairs, hopped onto the bed, and curled up next to me, and purred himself to sleep. He was my top cat for over 17 years.
He died last night while sleeping comfortably. He had Cancer, but this was not expected. I've lost my little friend and I am very sad. He lived through my many life stages and slept by my side for these 17+ years. I will miss him more than anyone will ever know. God bless his little kitty soul that held so much love. My Golden Boy.
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Andrea
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