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I am, a lover of cats, it's the gingers that get me. I raised my Otis from 3 weeks until 16 days after he turned 15. He was brought to me when I ran our local Humane Society. A lady rescued him from being drowned by kids in a pool. They cut chunks of hair from him and all his wiskers were cut as well. He and our dog, Edgar, were best Friends. Otis was mine, he followed me wherever I was in the house, waited for me, in the hallway, calling me to bed each night. Always by my side and on my pillow.

Morris was my second, along side Otis, my Son and I found him waiting outside his school the year before I started homeschooling. We were waiting together for school to start and he could not stop thinking about that orange kitty, 'out there all alone'. The parents said he had been there all weekend, they think he was dumped.

I told Buchannon, if he was still outside when I left, I'd take him home and we'd find his owners. Morris was already fixed, so, naturally, I thought he had to be lost.

I got Buchannon to class and walked out the door and there sat that orange delight, just waiting for me. I said to him, "Well, it looks like you're coming home with me". He walked right along side me to our Excursion, I opened the door he jumped right in and over to the passenger seat and started his bath. We waited for the seats to warm up, he did a couple circles and settled in with a thunderous purrr. We went door to door with pictures and no one claimed him. Morris was about 2, the vet said, and already fixed. He was super healthy, no more vaccines for this guy. He fit right in with all the other animals and loved us all, especially my Husband, Will. He loved the outdoors, but would come in to check on us all that lived in the house. He slept with the chickens or sometimes with the goats. Always left me "gifts" on the door step to thank me for his wonderful life. We got to the new farm in February of 2017, from 1 acre to 20 was a big jump, but we were all so happy. He and Otis were both starting to wind down, we said goodbye to Otis, April of 2018, shortly there after, Morris came into the house one cold Autumn day that same year and decided he didn't want to go back out. Will and I let the kids know that his time, too, was near, and to make the most of each moment. The day came, early December of 2018, he laid that sweep ginger head down one last time, still with his thunderous purr. Both he and Otis are buried at the edge of our backyard overlooking the ridge of our 12 acres of woods. Bulbs come up in the spring and fall and a sweet honey suckle kisses the air each year and reminds us of the gifts those sweet ginger boys brought to our lives for so many years.

I feel as if cats are sweet gifts and reminders to not take life too seriously, or we will miss out on the small things that make the most impacts. I am blessed to have such wonderful gingers, and look forward to many years with the kitties we have now. Little Lewis, who isn't so little, is my current Ginger, he has a mix of Otis and Morris in his personality and greet me so sweetly everytime I call him.

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Natalia DB's avatar

And there he is on Mila’s headstone; leaping ahead of her, both of them on a mission.

As ever, my heart aches and bursts when I read or listen to your words. Mostly with love, often laced with melancholy (for what, I’m not quite sure), deep connection, our collective grief, and the magnificence of being in this life, in a human body, with all of life around us, while our beloveds are with us whether in body or connected through souls.

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