We lost our little Jackie yesterday. It stings terribly to even type that.
This cat could not be contained inside this house and every time he would bolt out the door to explore I was afraid he would cross the road and be hit. It happened. As inevitable as it seemed I still find it hard to believe he is gone.
I'd like to think Tyson hasn't even noticed he is gone but I know that can't be true. He has been calling for Jack. Breaks my heart.
I never met anyone that didn't instantly love Jack. And I know a lot of anti-cat people. A lot. He was truly a sweetheart. Not to mention the best mole catcher and bird destroyer in the state. Even though he had no claws he still managed to leave us some pretty grotesque stuff on our back patio. We appreciated it when it was pesky moles but the poor little songbirds, they didn't stand a chance.
His favorite place to sleep at Christmas time was right under the tree. If there were presents he'd just remove all bows and make himself a nice little bed.