Baby just passed over the rainbow bridge this full moon. He was an old cat with lots of gray hair. If you've seen the panther on ads, that is what he looked like. Elegant. Sleek. He looked like a mini panther.
He'd been living in the complex many years. Not a house cat. Missy, a calico, was his companion. They'd come around every morning to get fed. Baby would let Missy eat first while he patiently waited till she finished. One day, Missy didn't show up; she had been run over by a car. We all take care of our neighborhood cats and so it was a sad day.
Not long after, my cat Fatty passed. Baby noticed. He moved in. The next day, his friends came over and we had a cat wedding. The cats all came round and played and celebrated Baby's good luck. He finally found his human and had a home. Of course, he went daily to his friend's home to eat, sleep and hang out when he was not here with me.
At one time on his journey, he was the neighborhood cat police. Top cat. No other cats could join the gang unless he let them. He fiercely guarded his territory. At home, my two indoor pets gave him respect. When he was in his spot on the couch/bed, they went somewhere else. When he was eating, they ate in their own area.
Baby had a terrible tooth infection which was treated almost continuously. When he felt well, he jumped around, played with his toys, was affectionate. But when he was unwell and taking medicine, he just slept in his spot behind the couch and did nothing else.
This last month, he wasn't responding to medicine. He had difficulty breathing, too. With a heavy heart, I sent him off on the next part of his journey. I miss him.