in memoriam


Yesterday evening my parents had the terrible responsibility of putting my cat Taylor to sleep. I say my cat, but that’s only because I took him with me once I moved out from my parents, when really, everyone in my family had a significant part of their lives with him.

Taylor came into our family shortly after our youngest cat, Katie was stolen during a move. I remember the night we got him, my sister Kathie said there would be a surprise, and all I could imagine was that we were going to go to Toys ‘R Us. Instead we went out and got a cat.

There are two accounts to the origin of his name. One from my mother, who says, due to his beautiful eyes, he was named after Elizabeth Taylor. The other, from my older sister Kathie, who claims he was named after a character from some TV movie that she had a crush on.

Taylor had the unfortunate duty of living in the shadow of Patches, the greatest cat in the world. There was nothing wrong with Taylor, he was very cat like, lots of sitting around, not really caring about you so much. But when you compared him to Patches, the most loving, wonderful cat in the world, he seemed fairly deficient.

But shortly after Patches died, Taylor seemed to pick up the torch. Unfortunately, most of my family never got to see this side of him. Taylor very much became the lap cat. He would join you on the coach to watch TV, he’d nap with you, he’d even stare at you while you sat on the toilet. OK, I guess you had to be there to understand the affectionate nature of that last one.

With Noah coming into the picture, and Taylor’s age weighing heavily on him, we were unable to afford to keep up with the vet in both money and time. He remained a great cat but the maintenance was just too much for new parents. At this point my parents took over his care back in Florida.

I really only ever got to see Taylor one more time. This is what really pains me. My parents ended up with an old, broke-down cat that was too sick feeling to be very affectionate, and the bills for his care. It got to a breaking point a couple weeks ago when Taylor got Ringworm, and the dipping treatment would result in him shutting down and not eating. This meant he had to stay at the vet to be re-hydrated, and a simple dipping procedure would become a 500 dollar weekend at the vets.

So last night my parents took him home, and we had hoped that they would care for him until Saturday, when I could be in town and we could put him to sleep together. Unfortunately, as soon as he got back to my parents house, he began very labored breathing. My parents called the vet, who made a house call, and he was put to sleep.

Taylor was a good cat. It took him some aging to get there, but all in all, he was a wonderful addition to our family. He was already missed by me, and knowing that he’s not still waiting for me to visit him is another little pain I’ll have to deal with.

Thanks for the good times Taylor. Not so much thanks for dragging poop all over everything that one time. That was totally uncool. But I’m sure that memory will fade and I’ll just keep the ones of you hopping up on the coach and attacking my chin with yours, until my goatee was covered in cat slobber.

  • Teresa

    Taylor will most definitely be missed. He was totally obsessed with me the last couple of years and would stare at me all creepy like when I would fall asleep on the couch. He used to cuddle with my baby belly and then try and cuddle with me while I was nursing Noah, almost sitting on Noah.
    I miss you, Taylor.

  • Page

    I remember the first few days we had him. He was so tiny everybody kept tripping over him. He tryed looking around his reflection in the stove, it was hysterical. I’m sure Patches will be happy to have him with him in kitty Heaven :) Love you Tay-Tay.

  • http://Bethie22584@aol.com Beth

    We are very sorry to hear about Taylor. He will be missed!

  • Mom

    Yeah, it’s pretty quiet around here. I miss butting heads with him in my favorite chair. I agree with Tony that he took up the mantle after Patches died. Taylor will be missed.

  • walter & sharon spears

    When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food and water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable. All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remembered them in our dreams of days and times gone by.

    The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

    They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. The bright eyes are intent; the eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to break away from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster. YOU have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

    Then you gross Rainbow Bridge together….

    Anonymous

    Dear Tony & Teresa,

    As you know we had to put our eldest girl “Scout” to sleep on Monday morning. She was such a special part of our life for 15 1/2 years. We knew as well as Scout that it was her time.

    The verse above was sent to us from our vet and we thought you would like us to share it with you.

    Thinking of you and praying for you.

    Love to you both and give Noah a kiss on his boo boo.

    Sharon & Walter

  • walter & sharon spears

    THEN YOU CROSS RAINBOW BRIDGE TOGETHER.