Actually I messed up, it was Friday the 13th that Tango passed away. We had an autopsy done and the vet said that although Tango had fully recovered from surgery, and was doing very well, (he had gained weight and his fever was gone), there were other problems they we were not aware of, and he just had no fight left. The vet said that his organs just shut down, his liver and kidneys were discolored, and there was something around the edge of his lungs.
Tango was four years old. He was the light of our lives and we will miss him everyday. We thank-you so very much for all of your support. It has meant the world to us. I am sure he hung in there for so long because all of you were pulling for him. He was special to us.
He came into my life as a stray, three months old, and captured my heart. he was as anti-social as a cat could be and liked nothing better then to hide under my bed. His first official act was to spray inside my cupboards while I was at work. He loved to wake me up nose to nose to let me know he was hungry. He had a hernia fixed at 6 months old...that is when I realized he had a voice, he didn't use it often, just when I didn't get the food out fast enough.
He loved to run wild in the middle of the night using me as a crash pad. He always knew when I was sad, that is the only time he would get close to me, he would sit next to me.
Once when I had hurt myself, I was sitting on the couch crying and he was rubbing against my legs...just as I was thinking how sweet he was being he bit my big toe.
He was well travelled,living in two countries and three states, and I can't help but think that this is what started him to be more affectionate.
Tango was loved so very much by Bruce and I, and although I can't stop thinking that he was taken from us well before his time...we will continue to love him and remember him everyday. He was very unique, my little guy. He was the cat I always wanted and I even got him to be affectionate after his surgery...maybe he knew, maybe not. But I like to think that he did and wanted to show us how much he loved us before he went. Thursday night he cuddled up, with his head on Bruce's pillow, between the two of us and laid with us until we were asleep, at which point he got up and walked on my head. I am sorry for rambling on I just needed you to know what a special guy he was to us. He fought a good fight and he will be remembered forever.Thanks again for everything.
Cynthia, Bruce and Tango