Not only is today Jacoby’s birthday, but it’s also the day Alfred and I went to Jönköping to say goodbye to Logan.
It was two years ago, and Izaak is a wonderful Singapura and friend to everycat…but I think Freddy still misses his brother from another mother, Logan.
…it should have been your 11th birthday today. I will always love you, Strollercat.
This is a terrible, terrible day.
Last year on the 11th of April, my heart-cat Jacoby died whilst I was getting a pedicure and talking to his vet on the phone. My feet in warm swirly water, while he was dying in Jönköping. I was planning on going to visit him the next day, but there wasn’t any time. I didn’t know that the last time I saw him, when we left him at the animal hospital, that it would be the last time I would see him alive.
We were such a team.
We had adventures.
He was bulletproof. I could put him somewhere and he would just pose for me.
We became minor celebrities…in Boston!
He was the Westchester Cat Club’s Cat of the Year.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
I miss him every day.
Do you remember back in 2014, two Abyssinians in Australia who were who were rescued by my friend Phyll. They settled into their new home quickly, and were named Loki and Odin (because Odin lost an eye).
So it was very sad for me to see Phyll’s post yesterday morning in the Facebook Abyssinian Cat Club: “Hi all, it is with a broken heart that I let you know that Loki, one of the Renbury Rescue Abys that you all helped save in 2014, has passed tonight. I am heartbroken, he was such a gorgeous boy, but know I was with him at the end and after. The photos are of him when he was in the pound and the other, his life with me after you all helped save him and his litter mate. My new job is to help little Odin understand that his brother will not be back. Odin was given the chance to say goodbye to Loki as he came home with me. Arrangements have been made and Loki will be picked up tomorrow to be cremated and returned home. Not sure little Odin understands that Loki has gone as he is not the smartest of cats in the world, but I am hoping. Thank you all that helped these boys and remember Loki with love.”
My heart has joined the Thousand, for my friend has stopped running today. Sleep well in Tuonela, dear Loki.
Boston’s St. Patrick’s Day parade has been cancelled out of concern for COVID-19. This is the first time in 26 years the parade has been cancelled. The city of Boston is also postponing the Boston Marathon next month and even the Red Sox spring training and regular season will be delayed.
I went to my first parade when I moved to Boston in 2000, and stood in front of what at the time was a vacant building. Little did I know that I would eventually live in that very building!
Naturally, St. Patrick’s Day and the parade was a big part of Jacoby’s life. Our apartment overlooked one of the staging areas, and Jake loved to watch the activity below. His first St. Patrick’s Day, I got him a T-shirt from a shop in Faneuil Hall. What could be more Boston than that?
Later on, Jake added a shamrock tie and a Celtics jersey to his holiday wardrobe.
I had actually forgotten about this shamrock sun-hat. I think he only wore it that one time, just for photos.
He also had his shamrock patterned walking harness. When we lived on the 5th floor, we didn’t face West Broadway, so Jake and I would go downstairs to see the parade in person.
Angel, on the other hand, was content to watch the parade on television.
When we moved to the new apartment on the 4th floor, we could just watch the parade from our windows. I think Jake kind of missed going outside to experience it; Angel, meanwhile, was perfectly content watching the parade from our windows.
It’s a little surreal to think of the parade just not happening. I mean, they even held it the year we had the record snowfall! Okay, it wasn’t as bad as in my cartoon, but it did snow on the day of the parade!
The last year we lived in Boston, we just watched it from the windows again. Now, though, I kind of wish we’d gone downstairs.
I’m pretty sure Angel wishes we’d gone downstairs, too.
In a way, it feels a little bit right, not having the parade the first year Jake isn’t alive for it.
Today would have been Logan’s third birthday had he not gotten FIP.
We only got to light one candle for him.
He only got one birthday present.
I know we have great cats, and I love Izaak, and Dash and Lorelai…but sometimes I miss Logan.
Freddy’s breeder Karin posted today:
“Lilla Bertil (bror med Märta, Alfred, Greta och Kerstin) har somnat in.
2½ år ung. Urinstopp.
Enl ägarna var han den bästa katten ever.”
Which means “Little Bertil (brother with Martha, Alfred, Greta and Kerstin) has fallen asleep.
2 1/2 years young. Urinary blockage.
According to the owners he was the best cat ever.” Apparently, it came on very quickly, as urinary blockages can do.
I can’t imagine how we would feel to lose Freddy, our lovable boss chonk and break in artist, and I can’t imagine how Bertil’s owners must feel. We actually had first choice between the two brothers…
My heart has joined the Thousand, for my friend, Freddy’s littermate, has stopped running today. Sleep well in Tuonela, darling Bertil.
(PS…fear not, regular posts will return shortly. Between the Finland trip and acclimating Dashiell, I had a little bout of pneumonia. But I promise to get the posts back on track soon!)