Thank you guys for all the nice things you wrote. And thank you for the advice and support many of you gave while
Lynxx was sick and we were trying to save him. I wish more than anything we had been able to, but not if he was going to be in pain. My parents and I really appreciate it. People say "Oh your pet died" cat's aren't pets, their family members.
I told you guys all about how
Lynxx died. I wanted to share with you some of the cool things he used to do when he was alive. If you don't want to read all this (I know it's long) then you can just scroll down to the pictures!
When we first got
Lynxx at 8 weeks old we had rushed him to the cat hospital to make sure he was ok. They checked him over brought him back out to us. He wobbled over the counter, climbed my shirt right up to my neck. He put both paws around my neck, purred and kneaded. The owner of the cat hospital told me he was hugging me. I never seen a cat hug before, never even knew a cat could hug. He always hugged me, but only when he wanted to. Never been hugged by any other cat!
Lynxx would stay on the table with me all hours of the night while he helped me with my homework. He'd hang out at the sink with me while I cleaned the bettas tanks, and the hermit crabs tanks. I used to think he was helping me, but I think he was just waiting for the chance to eat the fish. My grandfather would sometimes come over to fix things around the house.
Lynxx would follow him every where, would even grab the tool belt and try to help him. He's helped my grandfather fix the sinks, fix the pipes in the washroom, and he even helped my grandfather paint the walls!
Lynxx would celebrated the holidays by letting us dress him. Halloween he's been a lady bug, a clown, a pirate, a jester etc... 1 Thanksgiving he was a Pilgrim, the next year he was an Indian. Christmas he always wore a Santa hat, 1 year he wore jingle bells around his neck, and another year he wore a Santa suit that he was to big for so we never put it on him again. On New Years Eve he would always wear the New Year party hat, and the glasses with the year on them.
Lynxx was very good about it. He would only stay in the costumes for about 10 minutes, just long enough to get some pictures. He never got his picture taken with Santa because there was no Petco or Petsmart around here when he was a kitten, by the time he was an adult he hated car rides, so when Petco and Petsmart moved in we didn't put him through that. This year a local shelter did Santa pictures which
Luna and
Midnight went to, but
Lynxx was beginning to really go down hill then so we didn't make him go.
At Christmas time we would meow Christmas carols together. At Halloween we'd meow that annoying song from the Silver Shamrock comercial from the movie Halloween 3.
Lynxx would sleep with me from Halloween through March, day or night on the bottom of my bed, but he refused to come in during the Summer months because he was afraid of the ceiling fan. He spent the Summer months sleeping on the bookshelf in the living roon next to the picture window so he could watch everything going on outside. During the Christmas season he always slept under the Christmas tree. He even opened up his own presents, no one elses just his own before Christmas! Each year he got cat nip!
Lynxx and I would read together all the time. I'd lay down at night and read a book with him at the bottom of my bed. Or if it was during the day he'd sleep in his favorite chair by the table while I'd sit next to him and read.
Lynxx always let us know he was hungry not by meowing, but by knocking things down until we fed him. He was very strange when it came to his litter box. He would only let my father clean the box and he'd demand it to be cleaned right away. The 1 time my mother tried to clean his box, because my father was in the hospital,
Lynxx actually attacked her pushing her away and growled at her. I guess he thought my mother was doing it wrong.
Lynxx always caught the mice for us every Summer. He actually saved me twice. 1 mouse ran into my room,
Lynxx caught it 1/2 way to my bed and took off with it. Another time he had dropped the mouse, it looked dead. Suddenly it shot back up and ran at me. I screamed
Lynxx's name and he caught it before it could reach me. Even now when he wasn't feeling well he still managed to kill the 1 mouse that dared to enter the house.
One time before
Lynxx realized t.v. was fake. My father had a movie on and the volume went up louder as cannons went off.
Lynxx was laying nicely, heard the cannons, jumped off the bed and went flying onto the couch in the living room to take cover. After that he never bothered with the t.v. again.
One day in the Summer of 2005 we had a really bad thunderstorm. I never saw anything like it. The lightning never stopped, the thunder never stopped, and the storm lasted forever.
Lynxx and I were home alone. He was in the picture window in the living room. 1 flash was so bright he ran into the hallway with me, the crack of thunder was so loud that he jumped, I screamed. The wind started blowing so much that the blinds in the bathroom lifted right up towards the ceiling! Then we heard all kinds of sirens. I thought tornado (which we don't get around here).
Lynxx had stayed by my legs the whole time until the sirens, he had enough by then and he just shot under my bed like a bullet. That was the first and last time I ever saw him scared enough to hide under my bed.
We had a huge ice storm right before Christmas a few years ago. We lost power for 4 days. It was so cold here, and so dark at night. We covered
Lynxx up to keep him warm, and he stayed under the covers which is something he never did. He stayed near us the whole 4 days, following us around. It was so dark at night I don't think even he could see. We couldn't do anything but just stay under the covers and shiver, he stayed there with me.
His favorite thing to do with my father was to play battle with him as a baby. He'd wrestle with my father's hand all the time. He always waited at the door for my mother, and greeted her when she came in. Once in awhile he'd greet me or my father, but my mother was his favorite. He'd get worried about her if she didn't come home at the right time. He'd wait at the door. He'd be in deep sleep hear her car and go running for the door. My mother when he was a baby used to rush home to cook chicken for him, then he discovered tuna was better. He even jumped off the top of the fridge, on to my mother's back on to the floor to get to the chicken. He never liked to be held, but would let me hold him whenever he wanted a hug, he'd always come to me. He'd knead on my father's chest, and hug me. He did begin hugging my mother recently before he died. So she did get a few hugs from him. He always played fetch with aluminum foil balls "mr. ball" and always played "mr. string" with me.
Lynxx was always there to cheer me up, or comfort me when I was sick, hurt, or crying. He always listened when I talked to him. I always told him about my day, where I was, where I went. I always hated leaving the house leaving him at home, I always couldn't wait to get through the door to see him again. Even now sometimes I do look on the chair and think he might be there, or on the bookshelf. He was the best friend I ever had, and I will always miss him.
OK here's my attempt at putting pictures in here, it's my first try, and I'm not sure I'm doing this right. I've had a few people trying to help me. So I hope it works. I want everyone to see
Lynxx. I wanted everyone here to see how beautiful he was, and to read about what a great cat he was. I know it is a very long post, sorry. Also the pictures are of him older, because I didn't have a digital camera until 2004, and lost most of the pictures when my old computer crashed. I have other pictures (and baby pictures) but their not on the computer, and I wouldn't know how to get them on the computer. So here they are I hope this works, if it doesn't maybe someone could give me a little more help on how to post pictures, I've had a few people try it seems complicated. Anyway here they are:
Lynxx is playing over the bridge now, doing all the things he loves, pain free, and eating all of his favorite foods. 
, Lynxx.
Rest in peace precious Lynxx. May he live forever in your heart. 
