Im sorry to bother you all, I came across this site and I guess I just needed a place to unload. Im a 28 year old Australian male so I dont feel comfortable talking about this to my friends or family as they dont realise how much an affect little Alby had on me. People dont realise how much I liked that cat and I cant believe I am crying why I write this.
Today I was told by my mum that the family cat Alby died. He was roughly 15 years old and had a very good life.
I still remember the day we got him as a little kitten, we have had a strong bond ever since.
When we were younger he would always follow me to shops far away, I guess to keep an eye on me or maybe he was just curious. It turned a few heads watching a teenage boy followed by a cat a few step behind.
He was incredibly affectionate, and I dont think my lap could last 30 seconds without him jumping on me and wanting a snuggle.
I taught him to retrieve bouncy balls which he loved and he enjoyed it when I dangled my shoelaces or leftover spaghetti in front of him. He also loved the game where I pretended to stalk him on the property, he would run around and jump on me from behind then would run off again - he could do this all day.
When he was quite young he got stuck on the roof, all my parents and siblings were trying to coax him down. I opened up my arms and yelled 'come on Alby' without a hesitation he jumped off a 4 metre roof right into my arms (and face haha). To this day I cannot believe that complete blind trust he had in me.
My parents have a harmless dog that Alby was frightened of and so Alby would never go in the back verandah where the dog's bed was, but whenever I went there he would go. No-one could understand how Alby would suddenly become so brave when I was around. My grandma says its because he wanted to protect me around the dog.
I moved out of home about 5 years ago, but I always visited Alby. He knew the sound of my car and he would run up the driveway and jump on my bonnet before I had even stopped (cheeky bugger). He was great, he used to talk, any words you said to him he would always reply with a meow, you could have 10 minute conversations with him.
He was an outside cat so when I stayed at my parents house he would walk around the outside of the house ,find the bedroom Im in and sleep on its window sill so he could be near me.
Just over christmas when I was visiting I slept in a tent, scratch, scratch,I would hear as soon as I go inside it. I let him in and he would snuggle up to me. He is a big softie like that.
He was a really good cat and I miss him. He had been feeling a bit sick lately and had recently gone walkabout which was odd as he never left the areas around the house, a few days later my mum found his body a far distance away on the farm. It was overlooking a running creek, he had made a bed amongst the wildflowers and passed on. Its a beautiful spot, many years ago I used to always carry him there so he could hang-out with me in the hideout I had made out of sticks and leaves.
Im really sad he died alone, Im distraught at the idea he went to our spot to die. I wish I could of been there to give him one last hug.
I miss you little mate
Today I was told by my mum that the family cat Alby died. He was roughly 15 years old and had a very good life.
I still remember the day we got him as a little kitten, we have had a strong bond ever since.
When we were younger he would always follow me to shops far away, I guess to keep an eye on me or maybe he was just curious. It turned a few heads watching a teenage boy followed by a cat a few step behind.
He was incredibly affectionate, and I dont think my lap could last 30 seconds without him jumping on me and wanting a snuggle.
I taught him to retrieve bouncy balls which he loved and he enjoyed it when I dangled my shoelaces or leftover spaghetti in front of him. He also loved the game where I pretended to stalk him on the property, he would run around and jump on me from behind then would run off again - he could do this all day.
When he was quite young he got stuck on the roof, all my parents and siblings were trying to coax him down. I opened up my arms and yelled 'come on Alby' without a hesitation he jumped off a 4 metre roof right into my arms (and face haha). To this day I cannot believe that complete blind trust he had in me.
My parents have a harmless dog that Alby was frightened of and so Alby would never go in the back verandah where the dog's bed was, but whenever I went there he would go. No-one could understand how Alby would suddenly become so brave when I was around. My grandma says its because he wanted to protect me around the dog.
I moved out of home about 5 years ago, but I always visited Alby. He knew the sound of my car and he would run up the driveway and jump on my bonnet before I had even stopped (cheeky bugger). He was great, he used to talk, any words you said to him he would always reply with a meow, you could have 10 minute conversations with him.
He was an outside cat so when I stayed at my parents house he would walk around the outside of the house ,find the bedroom Im in and sleep on its window sill so he could be near me.
Just over christmas when I was visiting I slept in a tent, scratch, scratch,I would hear as soon as I go inside it. I let him in and he would snuggle up to me. He is a big softie like that.
He was a really good cat and I miss him. He had been feeling a bit sick lately and had recently gone walkabout which was odd as he never left the areas around the house, a few days later my mum found his body a far distance away on the farm. It was overlooking a running creek, he had made a bed amongst the wildflowers and passed on. Its a beautiful spot, many years ago I used to always carry him there so he could hang-out with me in the hideout I had made out of sticks and leaves.
Im really sad he died alone, Im distraught at the idea he went to our spot to die. I wish I could of been there to give him one last hug.
I miss you little mate
