Dirty Frostbitten Stray That Turned Into A Prince Options

[sher_mark]

In the summer of 1999 I spotted a dirty, frost bitten and hungry cat by some garbage cans. I went closer to see him but he ran under a truck and looked up at me. He was wild and nobody's cat. He looked like he was barely surviving and would never make it another winter. I put out a bit of food for him and he started coming every day for a meal. At first I couldn't get close to him. I would sit at a distance as he ate and he watched me out of the corner of his eye. After about two weeks he let me get close enough to give him a rub around his ears. That was that. Rusty a long haired orange cat came inside to live 13 happy years with us (my husband Mark, my other kitty Siegel and later our son Ben). He turned out to be a prince, my prince. He was gentle and loving and was always at my side like a shadow. You'd never have guessed to see him that first day but he turned out to be a gorgeous cat with a flowing orange and white coat (he was voted Mr March in a Humane Society Calendar contest years ago). And he was so loving and gentle with a roaring purr. He'd lift up for me to pick him up and he'd put his paws around my neck and his head on my shoulder and stay like that until I let go, never him.

My love died May 26, 2012. He was with me 13 years but the vet estimated he lived outside for maybe two years so he was 15. He was struggling the last year or so and we'll never know exactly why he died (blood tests showed he had a number of things going on) but the morning of May 26 he collapsed and I knew it was time. That morning he slowly followed me everywhere. After he collapsed he howled whenever I would leave him for a few minutes. He just wanted to die with me. After he had a seizure in his arms I took him to the vet. He died looking up at me with that same wonderful gaze that I first saw when he looked up at me from under the truck 13 years before.

I miss Rusty so much. I loved him move than words can ever express and I will always love him. It has been 8 weeks of searing heartache. Yesterday I heard "still" when I was talking to someone about it and all I could think was "always". I know I will be with him again some day but the physical separation is so difficult. We were inseparable Rusty and I. I've read posts on this site since May but only felt I could post my own story today. Others around try to help but unless you've loved and lost an animal as much as I did, you don't understand. Turns out my other kitty Siegel (around the same age) is starting to have kidney issues so I watch and wait with her now too. It is all difficult but I have hope in the love eternal.

Thanks for listening and I'm grateful there is a place that I can leave some cyber evidence that Rusty, a once a dirty frostbitten stray meant something to someone, he had a family and was dearly loved in this world for the prince he was. I'll always love you Rus- always.

[sher_mark]

In a couple of hours it will be November 26 and 6 months since Rusty died. Tonight I'm remembering the last night he and I had together and the tears still come so easily. I can't believe it was 6 months ago. Time should be standing still without him.

I miss you Rusty. I love you Rus and I always will. Always.

[DannysMom]

In a couple of hours it will be November 26 and 6 months since Rusty died. Tonight I'm remembering the last night he and I had together and the tears still come so easily. I can't believe it was 6 months ago. Time should be standing still without him.

I miss you Rusty. I love you Rus and I always will. Always.

Dear sher_mark, just letting you know that I am thinking of you and that you are not alone in this. My Tina has been gone 7 months, and I too cry easily when I think of her or talk about her. The same with Danny. Rusty was so special and you shared a strong bond with him. It hurts to be separated from our fur kids. We just want to hold them again, touch them one more time, see their sweet little faces and hear their meows. It will get better as more time passes.

I am sorry that Siegel is so sick and that you have to divide your house. I remember when my Tina was towards the end of her life Mindy would chase her around quite often and sit in her cat chair. It's as if Cami is trying to assert herself and wanting to be the top cat in the house. I don't think there is much you can do, and it was a good idea to separate them as Siegel needs rest.

[marklovesbicky]

Dear sher_mark, just letting you know that I am thinking of you and that you are not alone in this. My Tina has been gone 7 months, and I too cry easily when I think of her or talk about her. The same with Danny. Rusty was so special and you shared a strong bond with him. It hurts to be separated from our fur kids. We just want to hold them again, touch them one more time, see their sweet little faces and hear their meows. It will get better as more time passes.

I am sorry that Siegel is so sick and that you have to divide your house. I remember when my Tina was towards the end of her life Mindy would chase her around quite often and sit in her cat chair. It's as if Cami is trying to assert herself and wanting to be the top cat in the house. I don't think there is much you can do, and it was a good idea to separate them as Siegel needs rest.

Dear Sher_mark
Having just read your story, I have to just say how touched I am. Rusty sounds like he was one wonderful cat. How lucky both of you were to find each other.
And best if luck with Siegel. You sound like such a conscientious and kind parent to your fur children.
I wish you love and strength through this holiday season!
Mark (and Bicky)

[sher_mark]

Dear Sher_mark
Having just read your story, I have to just say how touched I am. Rusty sounds like he was one wonderful cat. How lucky both of you were to find each other.
And best if luck with Siegel. You sound like such a conscientious and kind parent to your fur children.
I wish you love and strength through this holiday season!
Mark (and Bicky)

Dear marklovesbicky,
Thank you for your comments about my story. Rusty was truly a blessing in fur. Your kindness and good thoughts mean a lot. Wishing you a blessed Christmas.