It’s just starting to sink in. My beloved Timothy is gone. Sixteen years is not enough. He and his litter mates were rescued from the woods and bottle fed when their mom disappeared. I got first choice and picked the little tuxedo boy, then brought him home and watched amazed as Gypsy my lhasa-poo adopted him and started him off right by carrying him around and chasing him away from places she thought he shouldn’t be.
Memories of Timothy: playing in his water dish or in the bathtub, and then walking all over me with wet feet. Poking at me until I lift up the blankets and let him cuddle up with me. Sending me to sleep with his purrs. Giving me comfort whenever I was sad and crying. Looking at one more dog or cat that I bring home and calmly accepting them. Hanging out in the dog pen with the dogs. Greeting people at the door. Winning over everyone he meets, especially people who say they don’t like cats.
I had to take him in to the vet on Tuesday and say goodbye. The tumor on his lower jaw broke through his skin and he was miserable. It was the right thing to do, but I am so very sad. Can hardly see the computer through the tears. Rest in peace, TimTim.
Memories of Timothy: playing in his water dish or in the bathtub, and then walking all over me with wet feet. Poking at me until I lift up the blankets and let him cuddle up with me. Sending me to sleep with his purrs. Giving me comfort whenever I was sad and crying. Looking at one more dog or cat that I bring home and calmly accepting them. Hanging out in the dog pen with the dogs. Greeting people at the door. Winning over everyone he meets, especially people who say they don’t like cats.
I had to take him in to the vet on Tuesday and say goodbye. The tumor on his lower jaw broke through his skin and he was miserable. It was the right thing to do, but I am so very sad. Can hardly see the computer through the tears. Rest in peace, TimTim.
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