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I had debated a long time whether or not I should share his story. It may not seem much to others since he was a community cat but even so, his story deserves to be told. I lost him due to urinary blockage but this story will not be about his death, it will be about the life he lived.
I had moved to a new home when I had soon realized there were quite a few cats that were unfixed and homeless. Half were feral and half were friendly to a degree. Stripes was feral and so was his brother. I had worked with those boys for awhile until I could handle them and get them fixed. For the females, I let them have their kittens and raised them up. None where I live wanted to adopt them so they stayed. All told the colony was 24 with all the main kitties living outside, all the young ones inside. Both boys let me handle them but would fully panic if I brought them inside, thrashing and fighting to get back outside. Life was good several years. Eating and playing, running along in the wooded areas around the neighborhood. Until one day he refused to eat, then the next day I packed him up, he went to the Vet was unblocked, then overnight he crashed. After he had passed peacefully with a little help, I brought him home and buried him with the rest of my pets that have passed on.
Earlier today, I saw his lady Reese, who had his kittens before she was spayed, sitting on his little gravemarker. The little grave space is the farthest in my backyard and nearly no cat goes over that way, there are about eight graves lined with his, some rabbits, chickens, a duck, my dear kitty and a few newborn kittens who passed. How she knew where his final resting place is, I'll never know but she really was the one who inspired the sharing of his story.
I dedicate this in loving memory of Stripes, the cat who loved life but most importantly, his freedom.
Run free sweet boy with all the cats that have gone and all who are to come.
I had moved to a new home when I had soon realized there were quite a few cats that were unfixed and homeless. Half were feral and half were friendly to a degree. Stripes was feral and so was his brother. I had worked with those boys for awhile until I could handle them and get them fixed. For the females, I let them have their kittens and raised them up. None where I live wanted to adopt them so they stayed. All told the colony was 24 with all the main kitties living outside, all the young ones inside. Both boys let me handle them but would fully panic if I brought them inside, thrashing and fighting to get back outside. Life was good several years. Eating and playing, running along in the wooded areas around the neighborhood. Until one day he refused to eat, then the next day I packed him up, he went to the Vet was unblocked, then overnight he crashed. After he had passed peacefully with a little help, I brought him home and buried him with the rest of my pets that have passed on.
Earlier today, I saw his lady Reese, who had his kittens before she was spayed, sitting on his little gravemarker. The little grave space is the farthest in my backyard and nearly no cat goes over that way, there are about eight graves lined with his, some rabbits, chickens, a duck, my dear kitty and a few newborn kittens who passed. How she knew where his final resting place is, I'll never know but she really was the one who inspired the sharing of his story.
I dedicate this in loving memory of Stripes, the cat who loved life but most importantly, his freedom.
Run free sweet boy with all the cats that have gone and all who are to come.
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