Okay, 2018. Seriously. We need to talk. This death thing? You really need to knock it off with the cats I know and love. Because…and I cannot fathom that this has happened again, and only a month since the last one…Jacoby’s Uncle Clancy joined StarClan today.
Clancy was Jake’s uncle. Clancy and Scar had the same parents, but were born to different litters. Clancy is most likely the red kitten in the back on the left in this photo.
Clancy loved to wear coats in winter and costumes at Halloween. This is him in a hot dog costume with Finnegan in a flame cape.
Clancy and Seamus even starred in one of my cartoons.
I have gotten the best holiday cards with Clancy and Santa.
This was his birthday present, four years ago. He obviously loved his new cat tree. He was only thirteen. My heart has joined the Thousand, for my friend has stopped running today. Sleep well in Tuonela, dear Uncle Clancy.
These are the words of Björn, Koshka’s husband.
Today we held the funeral service for my mother. She was an artist and one who had cats as a kid and then later in life, when a couple of strays moved in, a few years between them.
Otto was a tomcat who was an opportunist, but Oskar won her and my dad’s hearts. A mean neighbor across the road had him caught and euthanized, something that grieved her for years afterwards. Mom got along really well with my old cat, Pyret, and when Koshka moved to Sweden, she got the opportunity to meet Jacoby and Angel.
She met them while visiting our home, and Jake being a social kitty liked the attention (and the chance of getting a snack or two). This was at a joint birthday party for my son Kalle and me, last March (2017).
We brought Jake for Christmas at my mother’s house in 2016 and 2017.
He enjoyed the change of scenery, and the opportunity to sample some Swedish Christmas food. Jake seemed to enjoy Swedish kaviar (creamy salty fish egg paste).
Mom slipped him a few tidbits, which made her a great two-legged being in his eyes. That last Christmas the first symptoms of Mom’s illness appeared, but we didn’t know that she would be gone less than nine months later. She was too sick to come visit us and see Lorelai and Izaak. We are sure she would’ve loved the young kitties, too. Our cats have lost a friend.
I cannot believe I am having to write ANOTHER of these posts this year. But last night, my amazing friend Molly posted the following to Facebook: Walked Clawdius to the Rainbow Bridge tonight and our wonderful Vet sent him on his journey. I Clawdius II, 08/22/99 – 09/17/18. A life well lived. He will be so very missed…
Clawdius was actually three days younger than Björn’s Pyret, but he was able to celebrate one last birthday.
While the loss of any cat is sad, Clawdius’ death is particularly tragic as Molly’s husband, Don, passed away on 2 July. This is Don with both Clawdius and Mosey.
Ch. Tigerflower I Clawdius II‘s career ended (with 3 grand points from Wain Harding) in the third ring of his first show as a Champion. He growled at Lois Jensen and Molly pulled him. But he went on to father kittens, and his name appears in many well-known pedigrees. He is even very distantly related to Angel, Jacoby, Lorelai and Alfred!
It’s a different kind of sadness when you lose a longtime companion. When they’ve been by your side for 15 years or more, it’s not just their passing that you mourn. It’s also the loss of over a decade of always having been there. You reach out to pet them in the middle of the night, or you look in their favourite napping spot…and they just aren’t there.
My heart has joined the Thousand, for my friend has stopped running today. Sleep well in Tuonela, darling Clawdius.
I cannot believe I am having to write ANOTHER of these posts this year.
One of my best friends, Barb, just lost her loving companion, Alexy Blue Cream Sky of Aksum, to cancer. She’d been battling it for over a year.
Sky was only 10.
Look at those gorgeous eyes!
Sky was bred by Susan Graham of Aksum Abyssinians, and she was a very special Aby in more ways than one. Sky was a rare tortioseshell Abyssinian.
Susan is one of the few breeders in North America who works with sex-linked red (the true, genetic red, not the CFA “red” that most registries call either sorrel or cinnamon). And when you breed sex-linked red, you get torties (well, technically, torbies, since Abys are tabbies).
This photo of her after one of her operations really shows her tortie pattern.
I never got to meet Sky in person, which I truly regret. I can’t imagine what she must have been like…Tortitude combined with Abyssinian!
She was certainly a character in photos!
In her younger days, she was a TICA show cat and was even a model in the 2010 issue of Cats USA.
And Sky even appeared in one of my cartoons once.
My heart has joined the Thousand, for my friend has stopped running today. Sleep well in Tuonela, sweet Sky.
I hate making these posts. Our good friend Pat lost her lovely blue girl, Pentaclecats Indigo Blue, better known as Indy, died today. She had been losing weight and was finally diagnosed with cystitis. She was a retired showgirl, joining Pat, her son Mike and ruddy boy Coqui, only 4½ years ago.
My heart has joined the Thousand, for my friend has stopped running today. Sleep well in Tuonela, dear Indy.
Sad day today. Our good friend Molly’s husband, Don, died this morning. “Don was the brains behind Team Aby and the enforcer,” Molly told me. Meg said, “I still remember how Don made me laugh with his plans to ‘rough up’ Wain (Harding) in back of a showhall.” I only got to meet him once, when I went down to Florida with my ex and we met up at – what else? – a cat show. He was a sweetheart, though; Molly’s birthday post was actually a result of him contacting me.
This is what he sent Meg: “Message from Don re. Molly. Could you help by contacting your Aby-a-Day people or something?
Hi Meg. As you may or may not know Molly has a couple of events happening this month. One being her 80 birthday next Friday the 16th and the other will be the end of working career when she leaves her job on the 31st. Since she considers her friends in CFA her extended family. I am trying to create a birthday greetings blitz with her friends. I solicit your help with letting her friends in CFA know. Since she considers you a great friend I thought you could help in this effort getting the word around. More to follow. – The Donald.” (How funny is it that he referred to himself that way?) And then in an email to me, he wrote, “Oh by the way to get all the way across the ocean you have to type loud.” You can read Don’s obituary here.
As if that wasn’t enough, Jacoby’s cousin Taz (aka GC, GPD, NW Anubis Taz Mania) also died today after a two-month battle with pancreatitis.
Taz and Jake were more than cousins. They were show companions. We shared hotel rooms with Meg and Taz on more than one occasion.
Jake even lent Taz his clothes!
Meg and Taz recently came back to become, among other things, 15th best Premier in CFA this past show season.
My heart has joined the Thousand, for my friends stopped running today.
Yesterday, 28 June, was the 10th anniversary of Gun-Hee’s death. He succumbed to FIP at the age of 1 year, 9 months, 1 week and 5 days. He had such a short life, but he made a huge impact on my life, and he is the reason that this blog exists.
Sherry took this photo of Gun-Hee and his littermates. It’s one of my favourite photos.
This was the only litter that Pellburn Scarface Cat Pacino and Marica’s Bright Amber of Pellburn had together. Scar is, of course, Jacoby’s father as well. Amber was actually imported from Denmark and had Finnish, German, Norwegian and Australian cats in her pedigree. I made this image of them together in the style of those cheesy wedding photos set against fake backgrounds.
It was love at first sight when I met him. He was named after the title character in the Korean serial “First Love of a Royal Prince” because we were adding him to a household with two female cats and he would be spoiled rotten, much like Choi Gun-Hee in the series. I loved that character, and the name Pellburn Prince Gun-Hee was such an awesome name…so that’s why I gave him a Korean name.
He was there when I got engaged.
But he still only had one birthday.
In his short life, he did everything Jake did. If I had known about cat strollers back then, he would have been Strollercat.
He was a part of my life for such a short time…but he has affected my life for over 12 years. And I still think of him every day.