He Thinks I Killed His Brother And Stuck Him In a Box

I can't help but notice that Ed's fondness of me has gone steadily downhill since his brother, Boo died last year. I can't help but notice the stink eyes that Ed's been giving me. He never wants to cuddle anymore. If I come over to the couch where he's sleeping, he promptly gets up and runs away. He hates it when I put my feet near him. He only tolerates me during feeding time, but that's about it. I never see him giving anyone else the stink eye or running away. He's usually a very loving cat.

I've come to the conclusion that he thinks I was the one who killed his brother and stuck him in a box in the upstairs bedroom. I thought I was helping Ed say good bye to Boo by lifting the lid that one time so he could say his goodbyes. Ed had been wandering around looking for Boo, so I thought that by, you know, showing him that Boo was gone, it would help him. Then when I took the box with Boo outside the next day and we buried it in the backyard, Ed probably thinks I was covering up the "evidence."

The Murph thinks Ed is just pissed off because I brought my two little bastard cats into his domain and they bite and scratch him, but I'm not so sure. Seems like Ed always tries to be friends with them but I just keep getting the stink eye.

And let me just clarify that Boo died of natural causes! He was old! I swear!

Okay, I may have stuck him in the box, but I didn't kill him. So stop giving me the stink eye!

Good-bye Sweet Boo

Today we buried Boo, our 14 year old cat.  When I first started this blog last August, some of my first posts was an introduction to all the cats.  Click Here to read the post about Boo.

Last night the emergency vet gave us this box to bury Boo.  They put flowers on the box and wrote his name on it.  He had already passed away by the time we got to the vet.  He was probably gone before we even got him in the car.  We did everything we could to save him, but it was his time to go.  Boo did give us one final laugh when he didn't fit inside the box.  That's just the way he was.

The vet told us they had to go up to a bigger size box because Boo just wouldn't fit in the normal kitty size one.  That's our Boo!  He never missed a meal, not even on his last day on earth.  He made sure he waited until after dinner to go.  He even made sure he ate Ed's dinner first.

I put his favorite stuffed Santa toy inside the box with him.  He carried that thing around everywhere with him after he finally gave up the doll torso.

RIP Boo.  The best cat in the world.

A POEM FOR THE GRIEVING...

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die...

-Anonymous