I have never posted about Tiger because I wanted to add photo's having completely forgotten, I never had the opportunity to get some photo's.
I got Tiger in late December '95 early January '96 from a pet shop for $15. In New Zealand we had a celebrity duo Rastus and his owner. Rastus was a lovely little black cat that would go for rides on his owners motorcycle.
I thought that was cool and I only had a push bike but I lived in a caul-de-sac (sp?) so started training Tiger to ride on the the frame with his paws on the handle bars and it was actually working.
Then on the morning of March 26 1996, I was walking to school early and Tiger started to follow me, he walked to the street that our caul-de-sac ran onto. I tried to get him to go home but he chose to sit on the white line in the road. I decided to continue on to school, then I looked back just in time to see a car hit him. I was distraught and in love with Tiger, I knocked on neighbours doors asking them to call me an ambulance or an emergency vet, but no one would. About 5 or so minutes later he passed away in my arms, I had to get my neighbour to dig Tiger a grave in my garden I was just so weak and emotional. I didn't realise he was actually not a cat person but he still dug the grave and told me I should go to school, which I did. Mum was surprised, she thought I would have stayed at home, I wish I had, but I also wish a dozen other things too.
Tiger was with me for ony a brief time, but that tragic day is burned to my heart, I picture him and the accident clear as crystal on a daily basis, just like my other cat Dusty. I will post about him once I get my pics from NZ, the digital ones disappeared.
Anyway I just wanted to acknowledge Tiger.
Oh and I almost forgot, I had a priest say a few words over his grave, thats how special he was to me.
I thought that was cool and I only had a push bike but I lived in a caul-de-sac (sp?) so started training Tiger to ride on the the frame with his paws on the handle bars and it was actually working.
Then on the morning of March 26 1996, I was walking to school early and Tiger started to follow me, he walked to the street that our caul-de-sac ran onto. I tried to get him to go home but he chose to sit on the white line in the road. I decided to continue on to school, then I looked back just in time to see a car hit him. I was distraught and in love with Tiger, I knocked on neighbours doors asking them to call me an ambulance or an emergency vet, but no one would. About 5 or so minutes later he passed away in my arms, I had to get my neighbour to dig Tiger a grave in my garden I was just so weak and emotional. I didn't realise he was actually not a cat person but he still dug the grave and told me I should go to school, which I did. Mum was surprised, she thought I would have stayed at home, I wish I had, but I also wish a dozen other things too.
Tiger was with me for ony a brief time, but that tragic day is burned to my heart, I picture him and the accident clear as crystal on a daily basis, just like my other cat Dusty. I will post about him once I get my pics from NZ, the digital ones disappeared.
Anyway I just wanted to acknowledge Tiger.
Oh and I almost forgot, I had a priest say a few words over his grave, thats how special he was to me.
