Sorry to hear about that. I also had a cat named Blue. She actually came with the house my roommate and I moved into in 1980. We figured the previous tenants left her behind, poor thing. So she became ours and we named her Blue after the dog in that song. She was gray with a bluish tint. Lived three more years. She was a good cat.
A damn good cat, I can tell from those pictures. I’m feeling some emotions with you, MacTech.
Good looking kitty. Seems like after about 5 years they really start getting smart and addressing a piece of you that dogs can’t quite reach. They all pull a unique shaped chunk out of your heart when they go, but an old boy like that is especially tough. Our two year old tux just dropped dead this weekend. One minute he was fine, the next minute it was like someone just pushed his ‘off’ button. Aneurysm? Heart fault? Stroke? It’s damned hard. I’m going to be a wreck when my rescue panther (10 year old giant black cat) goes.
Let it out. Heal up.
We used to have two cats, Blue, and Nemo, his orange/white brother, got them together, and while both of them were alive, Nemo was the alpha of the relationship, Blue was always shy and timid.
about 5 years ago, Nemo just disappeared, never came home, as they were indoor/outdoor cats, and we have coyote/coydog problems in the area, it’s entirely possible Nemo was attacked and killed by a coy, we TRIED to bring them in every night, but you know how indoor/outdoor cats can be
Once Blue was on his own, he began to be far more social and pleasant to be around, around Dad and I, he was aloof with Mom, once Dad passed, he began to warm a bit to mom, and bonded even stronger with me, even Mom said he was really MY cat…
he’d spend time with me not because I gave him food and water, but because he wanted to, I always found it endearing how he’d always jump on the bed, walk over to me and deliberately lay down on my arm, pinning me in place, saying “you’re mine, hooman, you’re not going anywhere unless I let you!”, all while purring up a storm…
we’re going to plant a Hibiscus bush (a shoot/seedling from the main bush he loved to hide under) near his grave, as he loved to hide under that bush, and he’ll be able to nourish the plant as it grows, bringing new life from his lamented death.
(I admit it, my logical/scientific side did not want the nutrients in his body to go to waste, if he can help a shrub (from a plant he loved) grow, I’d like to think he’d be happy with that.
(FRAKKING STUPID EMOTIONS, GO AWAY, I’M TRYING THE KOHLINAR TECHNIQUE TO BANISH YOU!)
Sorry to hear. I also have a tuxedo cat that has bonded with me. It will be a sad day when her time comes.
Don’t banish your emotions. You couldn’t have loved Blue if you didn’t have emotions.
The depth of your grief is also the depth of your joy.
They do leave a disproportionately large hole in your life.