Plain Jane Knits Up A Storm

A few musings about my needlecraft hobbies - knitting, crocheting, quilting, & cross-stitch along with my other love, genealogy. While growing up, I used to HATE the term "Plain Jane", but when it comes to knitting & crocheting, I've realized that I really *am* a Plain Jane in that I don't use fancy yarns.

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Sunday, February 25, 2007

A Tribute To My Sweet Tiger



Life isn't fair - ok, I know that. "It doesn't rain but it pours." I've heard that one all my life, but I wasn't ready for this - I really really wasn't. Thursday evening after we'd lost Moki to old age that morning, I noticed that Tiger was acting funny so the next morning we called for an appointment with our vet not really thinking that there was anything serious wrong but it seemed prudent to have him checked. Between 1 and 2:30 that afternoon, we discovered that his abdomen was full of fluid, not just bulging some from his eating better over here at Mom's than he did at home when I wasn't there. The next shock was from the ultrasound and the tube of bloody fluid they withdrew from his abdomen. The ultrasound showed a mass on his liver and the fluid was full of cancer cells. So, because we didn't want to prolong his suffering, we had him put to sleep. In the space of 36 hours, we lost two beloved members of our family.

Tiger was a very shy cat. If someone came to the house about all that they'd see of him was a tail vanishing up the stairway. That shyness made our first meeting very unusual. Someone had dropped 4 or 5 young kittens along the road out by the farm. All but Tiger were hit and killed by cars, but Dad found him and carried him home. Mom describes Dad looking like he'd found the "Hope Diamond". When I went for a visit a few weeks later, I was sitting on the couch when two small brown ears appeared at the screen door. Dad warned me that Tiger might not come in if he realized I was there or if he did, he would probably hide. Dad opened the door and 15 seconds later I had a kitten in my lap. It was as though he could see that big "SUCKER" sign blinking over my head.

That fall, I convinced Mom & Dad to take Tiger to the vet and I'd keep him for them while they were in Florida. He was a very cuddly cat and helped me get through losing Patches, our almost 23 year old cat that next spring. When Mom & Dad came home from Florida, I took Tiger back out to the farm but he was moping - much like he moped and quit eating during this last month when I was staying with Mom and he was over home with DH. Back then Mom called and asked if I would consider taking him back - my reply was that it was a 45 minute drive & I'd be there in 10 minutes. Ok, an exaggeration and I didn't break any speed limits, but I was that eager to have Tiger back. That was in 1994 and he's been my companion ever since. I called him my "velcro kitty" because, like Patches before him, he was usually with me - sitting on my lap while I blogged or web surfed, curled beside me on the couch while I read or next to me under the covers of the bed while we slept. It seems so strange not to have him on my lap as I sit typing this but I don't think he would have appreciated my tears falling on his head. He was almost 14 and I'd hoped to have at least a few more years of his company but I'm so thankful for the ones I had and especially for the last few weeks when he was living with me at Mom's. Without those, I'd be more of a basketcase than I am now. Rest in peace, sweetheart. Mommie misses you so very much.

13 Comments:

Blogger KnitNana said...

Oh Jane. My tears are falling, too. A beautiful tribute to both your kitties, and I'm so sorry this happened so fast and at such an already difficult time.

I know in my heart there's a reason for this - no one yet knows the plan, but I truly think things happen for a reason. We're being prepared for something (usually better) that's coming up next in our lives.
(((((((hugs)))))))

11:01 AM  
Anonymous Bron said...

I'm tearing up just reading your entry. I'm so sorry this has happened.

You have my sympathy.

4:33 PM  
Anonymous Lynne said...

Poor Jane. It's hard to know what to say.

7:06 PM  
Blogger Ruinwen said...

Jane I am so, so sorry. My heart goes out to you for your terrible loss. I will keep you and Tiger in my prayers.

Ruinwen

9:23 AM  
Blogger kat said...

so sorry, it is so hard to go through.

9:56 AM  
Blogger Mitchypoo said...

I'm so sorry for your losses, wow, that is tough. I've had a pet loss recently and a new edition so I know the range of emotions. Our beloved pets give us so much and it's so hard to lose them.

(((Hugs)))

10:41 AM  
Blogger Khiori said...

I'm so sorry for your loss. He was young :( If it's any consolation - he was most loved all his life. That's powerful.

Losing two so close together - it must be very painful. I hope you are able to find some comfort and peace with their passing. :(

11:03 AM  
Blogger teabird17 said...

I'm so sorry - you're in my thoughts.

11:22 AM  
Blogger Diana said...

Jane, I am so very sorry. I can't imagine that kind of loss in so short a time. Our pets are so precious. Blessings to you and your family.

8:48 PM  
Blogger IndigoMuse said...

So sorry to hear about the loss of your beloved furry family members. You're in my thoughts and prayers.

Tanya

11:25 AM  
Blogger Birdsong said...

Jane, I am so sorry to hear... This link is to the poem I turn to in such times: http://www.catchat.org/rainbow.html Extra hugs and thoughts as your family goes through this transition.

12:20 PM  
Blogger Shelob said...

Oooh, crap. Jane, I am so sorry this happened this way. So hard. You've written a lovely tribute to them both, and perhaps he wouldn't mind the tears landing on his head. They can be very tolerant when we are distressed (watery smile here).

Take care and hugs,

--Christy

12:10 PM  
Blogger rita said...

What a beautiful tribute to a much-loved kitty. I'm so sorry for your losses. I'm a sucker for tiger kitties, always have been, always will be. Now we have two, one solid tiger, Chester, who adopted my husband--at work--when he was too small to leave his mommy (the cat, not the husband), by coming up and plopping on Tom's foot; and Lily, a beautiful female tiger with some orange spots and white feet. We also have a gorgeous big black cat who owns the place; my little dog won't go near him, but he and Chester are best friends.

Tigers are the best, but any loving cat is a treasure. Even those haughty, "you're sitting on my couch" cats. You'll find the perfect match soon.

2:02 PM  

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