QRTRHRS
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Wife texted me just before I left work at 7:30pm after having put in a twelver. Our oldest cat "Scrapper" had died. So, I came home and got the backhoe out and laid him to rest. Been raining and foggy all day but sometimes you have to do what you have to do.
Always hate to say goodbye but he would have been 14 around July and that's a long time for a barn cat. He was the last of seven we had rescued from a barn we had been boarding at. Momma and six kittens. We had them all nuetered and spayed and one by one, they went their own way or whatever. Scrapper, one of three all black cats, earned his name early on. He was brutal to the other cats but affectionate to people. On his own terms of course. We often referred to him as being a rotten so and so to be perfectly honest.
Still, his passing brings back plenty of memories of days around the farm and such. Mostly good. Though working a full time job and working around the farm on my days off gets old, I don't think I would want it any other way.
He had been having heart and other issues. My wife had seen him up high on a perch in our garage then later on she saw him in the same place obviously passed away. So, I think his heart gave out and he died in his sleep. No signs of struggling or anything. Guess that's about as good as it gets for an animal.
What with one old mare coming up on 32 and two more mares and our old stud pushing 27, this might be a harbinger of things to come this year.
Always hate to say goodbye but he would have been 14 around July and that's a long time for a barn cat. He was the last of seven we had rescued from a barn we had been boarding at. Momma and six kittens. We had them all nuetered and spayed and one by one, they went their own way or whatever. Scrapper, one of three all black cats, earned his name early on. He was brutal to the other cats but affectionate to people. On his own terms of course. We often referred to him as being a rotten so and so to be perfectly honest.
Still, his passing brings back plenty of memories of days around the farm and such. Mostly good. Though working a full time job and working around the farm on my days off gets old, I don't think I would want it any other way.
He had been having heart and other issues. My wife had seen him up high on a perch in our garage then later on she saw him in the same place obviously passed away. So, I think his heart gave out and he died in his sleep. No signs of struggling or anything. Guess that's about as good as it gets for an animal.
What with one old mare coming up on 32 and two more mares and our old stud pushing 27, this might be a harbinger of things to come this year.
