Lucky 1994-2006
1. Lucky at eight weeks, 1994
2. Lucky at six months, 1995
3. Lucky this morning
4. Drawing by Sam for Lucky “to take with him:” it features a drawing of Lucky both as a kitten and as he was this morning, Sam smiling at him to cheer him up, a tuna fish, and a “surprise for later.”
Lucky, I’m sure, was a good and kind cat.
I remember having to put down my last cat. It was a very traumatic experience for my sister, but I had to be stoic for her since our parents were abroad at the time.
Awwwwww, now I’m sad, too.
Well, “kind” is rarely a word I would use to descibe any cat, but he was a good cat.
He started off as a goofball and eventually evolved into a scaredy cat, especially when I brought a couple of kittens into the house. The kittens would gang up on him and he had to have his own separate eating space, cat box, water dish and living space, otherwise he’d hide under things and pee on the rug. But he was quite close to the humans of the house and was the first animal my son Sam ever loved, which is what has made this hard.
Awwww…
I can’t handle scaredy cats. Mine need to be human-lovers and extroverted.
I had a Siamese who would sit at our dinner table and demand food.
And my current cat sits on the end of my bed as I sleep to ‘protect’ me.
And I remember when my first cat died. It was sad- there was no closure. She got hit by a car one night and I never saw her again. At least your little one knew what the hell was going on.
Sorry to hear that. Good old Lucky.
Aw man, I’m sorry. Hail King Lucky, long may he reign.
Sorry to hear about your family’s loss. :/
My own cat was born some time around 1994 (we got him from a shelter though, so I’m not completely sure). Sad stuff, when a pet dies…
12 seems a little on the young side to me, most of my cats have lived to be 18 or so, so this was a bit of a surprise.
That’s what I was thinking – it was just “old age” that got the better of him, was it?
Lucky died of some disease or other, we don’t know what. All I know is that he stopped eating about a week ago and moved into our shower stall. He was still perfectly pleasant to deal with, if a little weak, and purred all the time and craved the human touch.
I took him to the vet to see what might be the matter and the vet, who was extremely kind, compassionate and frank, took x-rays of his chest and said only that there were three possible things wrong with him, all of which were fatal, and that he was not going to get better no matter what I did to treat his symptoms.
I appreciated the candor, as I’ve been in the position before where a vet has guilted me into undergoing expensive and pointless treatments for a terminally ill cat before.
Lucky purred right up to the very end.
So sorry to hear that Todd.
I’m awfully sorry about Lucky. Sam’s drawing was very sweet.
That’s actually the main reason for this entry; Sam did that drawing all on his own, it wasn’t any “Let’s Get The Kid to do Something Cute” thing.
Lucky’s illness came on quite suddenly, Sam only had about 15 hours to get used to the fact that his favorite cat wasn’t going to be around much longer. He moved Lucky into his bedroom, made a short movie about him (“This is Lucky. I’m making this movie so that I’ll always have him. Good-bye, Lucky. Good-bye.”) and then made this drawing all on his own, without even asking how to spell any of the words (he still has only the most tenuous mental connection between words and their appearance). For three days straight he’s asked me if Lucky “really liked the drawing I made for him.”
Sam’s drawing is amazing.
I imagine Kit’s tribute was something more abstract, possibly involving found objects.
Well, we had just gotten back from the Rauschenberg show.
Condolences to you and Sam.
By the way, those are all wonderful drawings.