Graycute died today. He was our barn cat. He arrived in a bucket on a Wednesday with three other kittens. Wednesday is when the kids didn’t go to school. I’m sure this was planned by our neighbour farmer with stray kittens in the barn looking for homes. We grabbed a few and carried on. He lost three lives with us. First time, we ran over him with the truck. He was a kitten and we didn’t have kittens-seeking-shade protocol. He recovered without intervention. His bones were still soft. Second, I gave him raw meat that was too big. His throat was blocked … I scooped it out in time. Third, I ran over him in the Skoda … silly cat was a car enthusiast. But, he lived on for many years. He had his own theme song. He had a number one hit single “Liver.”
Liver! Oh! Liver!
So tasty and tender!
I eat it for breakfast and
Liver! Sweet Liver!
Yum Yum Yum it’s Liver!
You eat it for breakfast and
He was a permanent fixture here on the farm. In the winter, he would warm Brent’s lap in the evening and then cuddle up to Lucy while she slept.
On the way to the vet, he died in Lucy’s arms. I’m not sure what his cause of death was, but it was too soon. He was a young cat with many years to carry out his business on the farm.
Though he was just a cat, his quick and sudden death reminds you that you need to enjoy every moment shared. With anyone. You never know when they may not be with you even though you think they will always be there.
I am a Graycute