Tufsey

We had a full weekend from start to finish, and I'm TIRED!

Tufsey had an up and down road since his first sickness back in August. He seemingly recovered from the first one and came back with tons of energy. We enjoyed loving on him. He was well for a few days when he caught an upper respiratory infection. That one wasn't as bad and he fought through it. Again, he was happy and full of life and we made sure to enjoy playing with him. He then started to get lethargic again. He was breathing quite heavily at one point and we didn't think he would make it, but sure enough he was back again. He didn't make a complete recovery from that one, but was semi-recovered for a few days. He then began a relapse back. Tufsey's body was so weak because he hadn't gained back enough weight to fight this one.

We didn't figure he would even make it past Labor Day, but somehow he did. We came home from the festival to check on him and he was under the chair--gone. It was hard for all of us. Keirah doesn't quite understand. Yesterday morning, she looked out the back door and asked us where Tufsey was--I told her that he was gone now.

We buried him under the honeysuckle vine with his collar and favorite toy. Aliyah drew some artwork on the patio blocks that cover the spot.

Why was Tufsey such a special cat to us?

Seemingly, God dropped him right out of Heaven to a little girl who wanted a pet. We never figured out where he came from. He turned us into kitty lovers. Since he was an outdoor cat, we allowed him to roam as he wanted. We would come home in the evenings and he would be waiting for us in the drive-way. We loved it when he would fall over to the ground as we were petting him. He absolutely loved to be loved. Nothing really bothered Tufsey. He would watch as robins would eat his food, lay in the yard while we mowed, and loved to drink from birdbaths. He came running when we called him (if he was within earshot). His spots and markings were adorable causing the girls to call him Tufsey, Tufsey, Furball, Cow . We loved the ever-changing meows (changed to garner pity and attention). We were charmed by him! He would come inside when we got home and look at the cabinet under the sink. Sometimes he would even paw at it. That just meant he was waiting for a treat. Keirah loved to give him his treats. He fought long and hard to stay with us and made several come-backs. We in turn took care of him and gave hime lots of love--we felt loved in return.

I'll miss the little Tufster, it was hard to say goodbye.