Boots, my good friend

I lost a very good friend today, my cat Boots. He was 16 years old, and has been my buddy for the last 10 years, when I brought him and his mom from New York to California.  For those of you that think of your dogs and cats as “just pets” and not friends, well, I don’t want you reading my blog, get the hell out.

The rest of you understand how I feel, but I’m moved to talk about it some, so being my blog, I get to do what I want.

Boots rode the entire trip, curled up in his box between Joannie and I and every now and then I’d reach down and pet him a bit. Every night for 5 long nights, we would stop at a Motel 6 (because they take cats) and put out his litter box and food. The next morning Joannie and I had to catch him because he didn’t like getting in the truck. Once there he calmed down, but getting him  in was an adventure in itself.

He settled in as a California cat soon enough. Usually, Joannie would get up earlier than I and she would always feed Boots in the morning. Once she had a women’s club conference that was an overnight thing, and that morning, Boots came to the living room, and sat down, waiting for Mom to come feed him. It wasn’t until I went into the kitchen and started opening his food that he realized that Dad could cook! He stood there looking at me, as if to say, “what the heck are you doing? I didn’t know you could cook!” After that, I think Boots held me in a bit more esteem than before. He liked me before, but now I was actually useful.

My buddy, Boots

Around that time, I was going through some bad times, and during the darkest times I would just lie down in bed. It seems that when I was the lowest, Boots would come in and lie down with me, and whether he knew it or not, it did help. His contact told me everything wasn’t totally hopeless, and perhaps just maybe they would get better somehow. And they did, and thank you Boots.

Time marches on quicker for cats than it does humans, and lately he has been showing his age, never complaining, but we knew it was near the end. Joannie and I both wanted to ignore it and make it go away, but we knew it was coming.

So early this morning, with Joannie and I beside him, telling him how much we loved him, he went gently to sleep and stopped living in this life.  I like to think he’s living in the next life, playing and running like he did as a kitten and others that Joannie and I have loved and lost are taking care of him until we join the group.

So with that hope in mind, I’ll just say, see ya later Boots ol’ buddy. I love you pal.

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9 Responses to Boots, my good friend

  1. Joannie says:

    Thanks for being an AWESOME Dad and for loving my bestest Bud (and me) so very much. We BOTH love you.

  2. Randy says:

    I’ve nothing to really add you guys but I know how much you are hurting today. The Bud was indeed a cool California cat who was just stuck in the wrong city for a while. I had the pleasure of meeting Sir Boots when he was just a ‘kid’ & can imagine just how classy a Sr he became. Rest well Sir B & someday I’ll get to introduce you to my gang…..

  3. Dwight says:

    Thanks Randy, your friendship is special to Joannie, and therefore to me as well.

  4. Kristen Noer says:

    Im sorry to hear about your buddy…….You were a great buddy to him as well 🙂

  5. Shelly says:

    Joannie and Dwight…as you are aware we do understand the loss of a friend. We wish we could have been there as you were for us. Always remember you are in our hearts. We will miss boots also, he was a great guy!!!! We love you guys!!!!!!!!!!

    • Dwight says:

      We love you too… and thank you… Boots always loved when Aunt Shelly and Aunt Doris came for a visit.. 🙂

  6. Deborah says:

    As a cat lover, I understand and feel for you. Have been owned by about 7 cats so far, I have experienced a great deal of that sort of loss. It is hard to let go, but sometimes it is the right thing to do. My sweet Jessica was the last cat that I had to release. She loved me when I couldn’t let people in and had lost my ability to trust them. Her vulnerability touched me and taught me that it can be safe to love others. She had a quiet elegance about her. I’m sure Boots did much for your family’s hearts as well. I hope all my cats will join me in heaven and then I’ll really be a crazy cat lady!