08/21/2023
Ezekiel Bones Woodworth, aka Buddy, Bones, and Bonezie,
> It's with great sadness that we announce, after seventeen exciting years, seven blessed months, and twenty-three heart-wrenching days, our dear little Chocolate Point Siamese passed away on Sunday, August 13th, 2023 at 2:33 pm at home with his family by his side, in a circle of love.
> Bones was born on January 21st, 2006. A little "Frederictonian," the runt in the litter, with big ears, which he would later grow into, and an even bigger heart, which he showed to those who were fortunate enough to call him "friend." Bones was a "once-in-a-lifetime cat," and his pawprints are forever impressed upon our hearts.
Much more than a cat, he was a best friend to one and family to us all.
> As a kitten, he bore a striking resemblance to a little bat and would often be mistaken for a Chihuahua! However, what he lacked in size and fur, Bones grew to become the dog we never had in the way he would play fetch with rocks and strings. In the summer, he would often drag long stocks of grass across the yard, wanting to play. Besides his relentless perseverance to get up onto the table, like a revolving door, he had lots of tricks up his sleeve to get into trouble. He also did real tricks like giving "high-fives," "standing," "spinning," "holding hands," "fetching," and looking at named things, namely "Yoni" and "sitting," all on demand or if he wanted something. Bones would often do tricks at random for treats. He had a treat puzzle that he enjoyed playing with, though he did try to cheat by taking shortcuts for the treats. He lived for treats and parcels, always assuming they were for him, and he was usually always right. Bones got more coupons and parcels than anyone else. He loved rolling on the catnip outside in the garden and picking pants, which was the result of a failed attempt to teach him to "sic 'em." He never got the run-and-chase part, just the "picking pants" part!
> Pencils, paintbrushes, and his little toy bone were his favourite toys to carry and chase around; in his younger days, he carried any tools he could carry. Carpenters had to watch their screwdrivers or whatever was light enough for this little opportunist to walk away with. Bones deliberately rolled all over homework, throwing pencils onto the floor in his quest for her attention, which he loved. He developed a love for sleeping in his countless cat beds and one cat tepee, going for car rides, it didn't matter who's car.
> Bones enjoyed all of his outings; he went trick-or-treating a couple of times and wore his skeleton costume, he went shopping at the pet store, he went looking at Christmas lights, he went to Yoni's school twice for show and tell along with his brother Yadon. He went to skateboard parks with Jesse, he loved walks in the park and was not at all afraid of the dogs, he'd walk right up to them. Bones always got attention wherever he went and he loved it. The last few years of his life found him loving to go to Tim Hortons to get a Tim-Bit, which I termed "Going for a little Dough-Boy," or a piece of chicken. If he was outside, when our car pulled into the driveway, he would run, so excitedly to the car.
> He entered and won many ribbons and prizes at the Chickadee Cat Club in New Brunswick and Nova Scotia.
> Another favourite of his was watching movies; literally, Bones sat and watched whatever was put on for him. Yoni had a projector in her room that she would put movies on for her and Bones to watch at night.
> Bones loved his toys, especially his "Woody," "Ellie," and his little donkey. He even loved Thanksgiving and Christmas, mainly because he loved turkey and sitting on the couch watching us open presents, he was the only cat that stayed for the entire gift opening. He waited for his stocking, which he loved because it was always full of treats and toys! He had several Christmas outfits, coats, matching AE sweaters, and little kitty socks, but no favourites. He once tried out for Pine Grove's reindeer tryouts for Santa's sleigh and was accepted!
Of his snacks, his very favourites were: party mix, temptation, delectables lickable treats, Lil Soups, freeze-dried chicken, turkey, roast chicken, fish, donuts, matzah, digestive cookies, ice cream, cheese, yogurt, hot dogs, pizza crust, tuna, eggs, cake, steak, roast, pepperoni, deli meat, cat milk, whip cream, waffles, and pancakes.
> He waited at the door to check our bags for treats when we came home, and he always found them!
> In later years, Bonezie's favourite sleeping location was usually Yoni's lap. However, in his younger years, he forced himself into the center of his four cat brothers, whether they wanted him there or not. "No" wasn't part of Bones' vocabulary.
> Bones loved sleeping on the couch, in later years he slept directly on Yoni's head, tapping and howling to wake her up. Did I mention he was "tricky?" Well, if this method failed to wake Yoni, Bones knew that "peeing" on her would do it "hands down," and he used this "card" as a last resort, but he did, use it!
> Bones sat on back of the couch, where the treat bag was kept, he would get our attention by sitting on the bag and reaching us with his paw.
> Bones loved guests, especially those who hated cats; he always went to see them, lay on their lap, stared at them, and if he had the chance, would try to get in their car.
> Bones loved being the center of attention, he enjoyed being cuddled, brushed and he enjoyed hide and seek. He also had the rare talent of never landing on his feet, whether he was three inches or three feet off the floor. He faithfully always fell on any other side, just never upright.
> Bones knew no limits and was a very intelligent cat. He liked to listen in on conversations and always looked as though he understood what we were talking about. He would "smile," as only a cat can, looking at the people having the conversation. Bones loved life, for a cat who struggled to survive as a kitten and had poor teeth due to genetics.
> Bones developed heart failure and, in the last month of his life, kidney failure. He never gave up his determined spirit. It was as though he knew that he was a very important part of our lives.
> Bones graced our lives at a time when a terminal illness threatened our family, and during this difficult time. Bones' entrance into our lives blessed our healing process and filled our hearts with fun kitten things.
> His loss is mourned by his furry, and not-so-furry friends and family, who miss him dearly.
Bones leaves behind his loving human family and his three fury brothers: Yan, Jake, and Boo, not forgetting his friends "Bunny" "Chickie" and "Nosey Noggin."
> Rest in peace dear little Bonezie. We are so lucky to have had you in our lives for as long as we did🖤
> This is not a final "Goodbye, but rather a fond "Farewell" with the joyful expectation of seeing your little brown face and blue eyes once again.
