As many of you know my cat suddenly went lame. Yesterday he took a turn for the worse and seemed to be in pain. Last night I heard him about 2:00 am let out a yelp. This morning I found him on the basement floor. He had died during the night somehow.
Binkx came into our lives at a time when the children wanted a pet. He did belong to our neighbors but the father booted him out. Literally I saw him beat Binkx on the front lawn, kicking him and punching him. Binkx ran for his life and lived under our bush. The father and I did have some payback as I hate to see any animal abused like that. He lived under our bush for 3 months before Sandy let him come in. He took to the kids right away and slept with my daughter. She and he were very close. He was also a great tree climber and loved his head rubs. He was a strange cat to say the least. He would demand that we watch his meat. A matter of survival as the other guys cat used to attack
him while he slept or ate.
Binkx started to get sick 6 months ago or so. He got to the point where he couldn't move his back legs. Then for the past while he had flea issues and that didn't help his condition at all. He started to lose control of his bowel and his urine for the past 3 months or so. We did keep on top of it but it was hard. His collar now will be in my desk as a reminder of him.
So why am I writing this? A big tough ex-biker. Well it is therapeutic for me. A way of saying goodbye to my friend. I did not cry at my fathers funeral. I was supposed to be the strong one. All the funerals I was I never cried. I am crying now though. Strange how a human dies and I offer no tears like it is a relief that persons trial has ended. But here I am crying like a baby. I will miss him. He was only about 4 years old. There are a few pictures of him in my photo album. I will miss my buddy.