Watson

2007 - March 22, 2015

He belonged to one of my girl friends. We parted. She left here, but left this little guy behind.

He was so timid and so small compared to the others. One of my other Tom cats would, if no one was watching or listening, beat him up often the first few months. I sometimes hated going to work in the morning because I knew I would find tufts of fur or even drops of blood somewhere that evening. Sometimes I would just lock him in a room where he could be safe, but then that door started showing scratches where he would try to get out and the other one would try to get in. Eventually they worked out a territory arrangement. The other Tom he had no problems with.

This little guy was both lonely without mommy and super friendly too. You could pick him up by his ears or hold him upside down, either way he would just purr and purr and make no effort to escape. He just wanted to be touched and held. He would come running to me whenever I was around. No one bothered him if I was around. He spent many days slleping on my feet or my lap or just alongside me on the couch, always purring about it for hours.

Last week during a bath I noticed he seemed to be having difficulty breathing and his ribs were bony but his belly seemed swollen. No change in appetite however and he always ate a lot. Often the first one there if the mircowave bell rang or a can was being opened.

Although I had seen him out and about on Saturday, this (Saturday) evening he did not show up for dinner. Upon looking for him I found him under my bed semi conscious and in convulsions.

I have seen this before in both cats and dogs. Abdominal cancer, final hours.

Little Watson crossed over the Rainbow Bridge at about 1am on Sunday, March 22, 2015. Although he was only in my house for two years and I only knew him for three, I will miss him enormously.


Watson on March 17, 2015