Tigger was my best friend from the moment he decided to hide under my bed from the roommate who was supposed to give him to her daughter. From that day forward, we spent much of our time together as he grew into a very laid-back, loving buddy.
He had love enough to share with all of his other cat friends and even our puppy. He served as a makeshift ‘momma’ for the dog when we first adopted her and she was scared and lonely. He would fuss over all of us when illness struck or life simply had us worn out; grooming the other cats, singing his little cat chirping songs for us, bumping his head against ours when we were depressed and he knew we needed to feel that someone was there for us.
Sadly, as has been the case with far too many other good lives, he was taken from us by cancer far too soon. He fought hard with the help of the chemotherapy but finally succumbed after a six-month struggle. Even then, he wasn’t the kind of guy to go quietly. He found the strength to put on a brave front for one last day in his final week, making the rounds of the house as he did before he became ill, checking on everyone, running around, and generally having a great time for our benefit. Perhaps it was his way of saying goodbye, ever the doting momma cat.
There isn’t a day that goes by when we don’t think fondly back on the time we spent with you, buddy. We are sorry that life didn’t give you the chance that you deserved.