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Just passing through

Just passing through
Stef - Thu Oct 05, 2006 @ 12:20PM
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I lost one of my good buddies today.  Nino (aka Fatty) wasn't the smartest cat in the world, nor the most well-mannered, but he was my buddy.


He was a hard cat to love at first... it took me a while.  Nino wasn't a normal cat, lacking the standard feline instincts.  That's probably why I found him in the pound at nearly 8 months old.  But I made the commitment to him and wasn't going to give up.  He had a rocky start with Heath as well (known as the "shag rug incident") but they soon fell into their routines.  Unlike his sister, he got to go outside on the deck (only because he wasn't smart enough to run away).  He didn't want to go anywhere else anyway; he just wanted to chew on sticks.  Even though he wasn't very smart, he was very sweet.  Our home feels a little empty today.


It gets me thinking about why we put ourselves through the heartache of having pets.  We enter into the commitment of sharing our home with a furry friend, knowing they will only touch our lives for a short time.  Even though I know that I will lose a piece of my heart with each of my buddies that I lose, they have each given me much, much more in return.  My home will never be without a few furry friends.


Nino, you couldn't have been more loved.  Thanks for stopping by on your journey.

Comments: 3

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1. Heath Huffman   |   Fri Oct 06, 2006 @ 03:08AM

I woke up this morning and started my usual ‘rise and shine’ ritual. I took Jake outside, started making coffee and cleaning up around the house a little. When I went back into the kitchen to eat a bowl of cereal, I looked down for Nino.

Nino had been attending breakfast with me every morning since I started working from home. He would stretch out below me on the floor and rub his cheeks against my feet while I stood up and ate a bowl of cereal. He was definitely quirky and a little strange... how many cats like to give you a foot massage in the morning? Most cats are very picky and peculiar. Not Nino. When he wanted some attention he would let you know. He didn’t care about the consequences or whether or not it was weird. We often called him the ‘suicide cat’ because he would jump in front of you while you were walking (not caring if he got hurt or not) to get some attention.

I will miss Nino (aka Fatty). Breakfast will not be the same anymore without him. You don’t have to be smart or practical or even interesting to be loving. All you need is a big heart... and Nino’s was as big as he was.

2. Annie   |   Thu Oct 19, 2006 @ 06:30AM

I am so sorry Stef, I was with you when you picked him out. I am really sorry to hear about this. I know how hard it is.

3. Stef   |   Thu Oct 19, 2006 @ 12:55PM

Thanks for the kind words. I remember that day clearly - it was about four years ago. You and Andrea came to the shelter with me. I opened his cage and he jumped out, onto my shoulders. Then he walked across mine over to yours and then to Andrea's. He was purring so loudly the whole time. That's how he charmed me.

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