Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Mouse 1 March 1992 – 16 May 2006

A brilliant, if stoical, connoisseur of shrimp dinners, nepeta cataria (catnip), and humans, he could be a critic without being critical, taught us many valuable lessons, and defined friendship. If he didn’t land on your lap this time around, maybe the next. Diagnosed with feline diabetes mellitus, he defied the conventional wisdom to eventually trim down from his stately 21 (or so) pounds to become a sleek gallant and not only survive, but thrive. Ostensibly an "indoor cat" (a label he eschewed, having neither faith nor confidence in labels), he occasionally found his way to the lawn and gardens to enjoy the foliage. He endured a brief illness which ended peacefully this afternoon. If you can, raise a glass of something to Mouse The Cat. For him: We wish an eternity of grass, catnip, and fresh breezes.

9 comments:

Karie said...

Thirdmate cared for this very special bloke with the patience and compassion of a shipmate!

Thank you, for the love you shared with him...for taking the time to give him his "med-sins" with humor, and for embracing the Joy of Life "in the moment" (especially those moments when he stealthily slipped past you at the door and headed quickly for the edible foliage...funny, he never bothered with the birds.)

It is hard to let go of "family" - but to that I raise my glass to Mouse-Mouse-King-of-the-House ~ be peaceful in Nirvana...(and be sure to slip out to Valhalla on the weekends!)

Dr. Momentum said...

Oh no! I'm so sorry to hear this.

While I only met him once, I was delighted by him.

My sincere condolences to you.

Julie said...

Poor kitty! I'm so sorry.

I'm sure he was grateful to have such a loving home.

ThirdMate said...

Thanks, JP. As you are the one who correctly connected his name and color, your words are a comfort.

ThirdMate said...

Thanks, Julie.

(not feeling so) LARGE said...

Requiem

Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.

This be the verse you gave for me:

Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.

by Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894)

Every time I read this page it reminds me that the sands are forever slipping through the hourglass of life...


another grain has fallen,..another soul has passed

Thirdmate said...

Here's to hoping that neither of us has to read this at the other's passing.
Thanks, Large.

cat said...

Although we are all sad to see such a sweet soul leave our midst, it is wonderful to think that he can now roam the world as he sees fit. No longer a slave to his 'sins', I picture him in the vineyard - sneaking up on his namesake and loving the challenge. I give him full credit for our long-awaited sunshine. He wouldn't be one to scamper in the rain.

Karie said...

You ROCK, Cat!
Thank you, for that perfect blessing. You are right, he did NOT like rain. I set him in the grass on Tuesday morning, nonetheless, as he liked that SOooo much. He ignored the odd bits of wet from the days-long rain, and breathed in the good air!

There is still an empty-space when I get home at the end of the day & he is not at the window watching me pull into the driveway..ready with a simple "Aaackk!" as I walk in the door.

Friends words DO help.
So, John (Large, only sometimes is fine...& well done, btw), Julie and JP, too. Your wishes & words are truly appreciated!

I'll bet he IS out there, chasing down some flitting gray-ghost rodent, chomping on an ethereal blade of grass as it rustles in the breeze. Nice!