And Then There Were None

Jaks T. Hoover
27 August, 2007 – 20 January, 2018

Alias Eedly-Deedly, alias Deedle, alias Poot, alias Tootle-Pootle.
He was my second rescue — he was almost too young to adopt when the daughter of one of the shelter ladies handed him to me while I was standing in the checkout line at Petsmart buying cat food.  (Do I have “cat momma” written on my forehead?)  That little white tip on his tail clenched the deal.  A pouncer and bouncer who took delight in annoying his siblings.  He never ceased to be amazed that I could tell who he was without having to smell his butt.  He loved to rub his face all over you.  He never met a stranger.  He thought he always wanted to be an only cat.  Once he was one, I don’t think he liked it as much as he thought he would, but we adjusted to it.  He followed me from room to room.  Where ever I was, that’s where he wanted to be.  He slept by my head.  There was a kind of symmetry to his time with me.  His departure was as unexpected and sudden as his arrival.  He crossed the Rainbow Bridge to join the four who went before at 11: 23 a.m.

This is the first time in 21 years I’ve been without a cat.


Author: WOL

My burrow, "La Maison du Hibou Sous Terre" is located on the flatlands of West Texas where I live with my computer, my books, and a lot of yarn waiting to become something.

3 thoughts on “And Then There Were None”

  1. Good heavens. I’m quite sure you’re not in the mood to write about what happened — at least, I wouldn’t be — but it seems so sudden. I don’t remember you talking about anything wrong, except for the usual afflictions that come along with aging. I can’t help wondering abou the circumstances. And that terribly, gaping space now. It must be awful. I’ve got tears in my eyes, just thinking about it. I keep talking about Dixie’s aging process, but if this were to happen with her, I’d probably be wailing, or huddled somewhere in a fetal position.

    I’m so, so sorry.


  2. Oh WOL, I’m so sorry about all that is happening to you. Having to miss your last pet just when you need support to get through a difficult time is so hard.
    I hope you get through the next months OK, and can then start regaining your strength, and maybe find another rescue who needs you as much as you need them.
    Hanneke (from Wave)


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