01/23/2025
Lucky
Fall 2009 - Dec 20, 2024
Lucky was laid to rest in the same home he was born in (rather, the home he was brought into, as he was born feral in the back yard).
I found Lucky when I was 15 - approx 3 weeks old, abandoned by mom, siblings had died. Lucky was very sick too and basically dead on my doorstep, but I refused to give up on him. I think his eyes were still closed. I brought him in, bottle fed him every 2-3 hours, gave him medicine multiple times a day and nursed him back to health. I drug him around in a box, even to my high school and others’ houses, just to make sure he was healing and growing strong.
My Luckies is a fighter, as he miraculously pulled through, and earned his name Lucky. A few years later, he would suffer from stomatitis, causing the worst breath and drool, and he was so grumpy. The vet pulled all but 3 canines and a few front incisors. My cat’s demeanor changed after that day, and he became the sweetest love.
My Lucky has been with me through my teenage years and into adulthood, has moved all over Idaho with me and even went to Japan with me for a year. He’s been through my happy times and heartache, through marriage and divorce, and everything in between. He loved whipped cream, bread, warm fireplaces, sunny spots, chewing on grass, rolling in the dirt outside and chin scratches. He was very grumbly and grumpy, hissed a lot, he would bite my ankles as I passed by, taunting me into a game of tag. But he was also the sweetest, goofiest big boy and I will miss him dearly. He is survived by his small dog brother. They have grown up together, picking on each other yet loving each other every day. Lucky was “his kitty” to his dog brother.
I’m the lucky one, because I had 15 years with him. Cancer snatched away his body faster than his spirit could handle, and I hope he knows I let him go out of love and desiring his peace. Letting him go was my last act of love in looking out for his best interest. There is a void and hollowness within me where he once was, but I know I’ll see him again someday, and I know he’s close even still. How lucky am I to have something so special that makes saying goodbye so hard? I love you, my baby boy, my sweet Lucky kitty.