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Evinrude


  Evinrude

Evinrude, aka Rudy, came to us when he was three months old.  He was at a Las Vegas Animal shelter, and my vetranarian, Dr. Hucke, had been working with the dr. at the shelter to find me an orange tabby.  I had lost my first boy, Pumpkin, at the ripe old age of 20, and I was feeling the need for another orange boy.  The dr. at the shelter called and said, "We have an awsome orange kitty she can have if she wants him."  I went straight over to pick him up.  On the way home, he climbed into my lap, put his nose in my face, and "kissed" me.  It was love at first sight!

He got his name because he had the loudest motor I'd ever heard!  When he purred, he could be heard from across the room.  He would climb into my lap and gaze into my eyes, and my sister would often say that she was sure we'd "been lovers in a previous life."  I was definately his person.

This was a good thing (for me) and, at times, a bad thing.  Rudy had to share me with a husband and another cat at first, but since then, the family grew to include two girls, two dogs and another cat.  I don't think he liked sharing, and this did eventually lead to behavior problems with him.  For the past three years we have dealt with them.  I know that many animals are put to sleep because of behavior issues, and I can certainly understand getting to the point where it feels unbearable, but I just couldn't bear the thought of having him put to sleep for these problems. There were times, however, when I wasn't sure we could deal with them.

We did, though, thanks once again to Dr. Hucke, and I can say that in the end, it was an illness that took him from us.  He was 13 years old, which in my mind is not old for a cat, but I do believe he had lived his nine lives, and maybe even more!

I miss my boy terribly.  I miss not having him snuggled up in the crook of my arm every night, I miss not being the center of a cat's world, and I miss that purr!  I guess, if there is a good thing that comes from losing one we love, it is that all of the negative just goes away, and the good stays with us.  So, I will keep Rudy in my heart, and never forget how it felt to be "all that" to a big, handsome, orange cat.


I can't thank Dr. Hucke enough for all she did for Rudy.  This gift was a great surprise and writing these memories has been very healing.  I put it off, afraid of feeling the pain, but I've found that it has made me smile through some tears.

The Gilmer Family

 

 

 



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