We said goodbye to our cat, Toothpick, today. He had some medical problems over the past week (prolapsed intestines) which could not be resolved after vet intervention. We had rescued Toothpick two years ago from a parking lot when he was very tiny, maybe 6 weeks old, and has been with us as a faithful companion ever since. Here’s a look at his wonderful, laid back, regal personality:
He came to us a tiny ball of fur who loved to have his belly scratched
He definitely knew how to relax
and liked to follow Chuck around the compound or help me on the computer or simply sit with me watching tv
He waited anxiously at the table for scraps but never got on the table (at least not while we were around)
He knew how to hunt mice at an early age
He shared the watering hole and was a faithful friend and protector
He had many talents: babysitter, plumber, hunter, defender of boxes and camouflage artist
But this is how I’ll always remember our Toothpick and I’m thankful we were with him in the end so he knew how much he was loved.
