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| just keepin' it real |
Ike came to me 15 years ago.
I was on my way out the door to work on a shoot. It was 6 am so I almost didn't see the tiny ball of black fluff on my doorstep.
At first I didn't know what to do. I already had 2 cats. But I took him in and put him in the bathroom until I could get back home at the end of the day.
He loved me right away, but I had no intention of keeping him. I looked for a home but had no takers. In a couple of days I knew I was kidding myself. We were in love and he wasn't going anywhere.
Ike was the strong silent type.
He was a one-woman man.
But as we know, the things we love, we lose.
On December 22 he left me.
He was declining, probably with cancer, and I had to make the hardest decision I had ever made. But it was the last kindness I could show him.
Dr. Julia of the Atlantic Cat Hospital was wonderful. She came to my house so that Ike's last moments could be in his familiar surroundings. His last moments were spent in my arms as I told him how much I loved him.
How fortunate for me to have had this beautiful soul in my life for so long.
Good night Big Man.
I won't forget you.
Thanks for all the love and comfort you brought me.
