Originally Posted by xocats
I was deeply touched by your one year anniversary remembrance.
Until you are together again ...
your beloved remains with you in your heart....
Thank-you very much. I figured instead of trying to occupy myself all day so I wouldn't feel the pain of thinking about him; I would do the opposite and honor him by remembering him and writing about him. Usually I just think about him and then try and push it out of my mind asap so I don't get overwhelmed and tear up a bit, but today is about him, so here I am writing about him.
Cooper was always big. Never super obese like you see with the cats that have guts that drag on the ground. It was really his length (3'4" from snout to base of tail and well over 4' including his enormous tail. The base of his tail alone is noteworthy as it was thick as a fist.) that allowed his frame to pack on all the muscle and fat that made up the 38lb mountain of a cat he was.
Anyway, later in his life it ended up being just Cooper, his only littermate/brother Sampson, and me living together. Needless to say he garnered the majority of my affection and was treated like royalty. I'm talking pearly clean litter box, (I remember sometimes waiting for him, outside the room of course for privacy, to get done so I could immediately scoop out his waste) clean dish every time he ate, brushed out his coat every day, and whatever else he wanted. All this coddling made him pack on the final few lbs that got him to 38. He was still very agile and could run and jump fairly far. He was extremely muscular while being fat at the same time. Just like a football center lineman. Seeing him fully airborn was an impressive site and the resulting thud from his landing was equally impressive haha.
Well before I go on forever about this awesome cat; I'll get to what I was meaning to discuss; nothing earth shattering or something like that, but a simple thing that is burned into my brain forever.
So it was later in his life and he'd reached his full weight. His head was HUGE! He was a loyal companion animal and slept with me every night, no exceptions. Anyway, one day I woke up and somehow he'd slept in a way that had brushed the fur on his face outward. I swear to you that with the hair brushed out his face was a good 10" wide; as wide as a human's face. I woke up and he stuck that massive face right in mine and it shocked me for a second, but then my freshly woken eyes adjusted and I saw it was just Coo-Bear waiting for me to get up and feed him.
It was the single most cute and heart melting face I'd ever seen on a cat. I mean the mug of a fat Russian Blue can already melt the hardest of hearts, but this "blown out" look coupled with his abnormally large green eyes increased his cuteness times 100. I just remember exclaiming something ridiculous along the lines of, "OMG look at that kitty face!" and from then on I always called him kitty face when he would get his grill right up in mine. So it really is the small things that one remembers when someone special to them is gone. I will cherish that memory of him and others (like when I found him playing chicken with his brother on an 8' tall fence) for the rest of my life.