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The story of Jack

In Friends, Lessons, Life on June 3, 2012 by kiltforhire Tagged: , , , , ,

I guess this is a simple blog post about love. Love of family and love of a pet.

You see my cat Jack died yesterday. He was at my parents house back in Scotland and my mum phoned to tell me and I’ve been a bit of a mess this weekend because of it.

Never mind me though let me tell you his story…

24 years ago when I was in my teens my mum came home with her green cardigan in her hands.

It turned out my mum spotted something moving in the snow when she was out for a walk one day. A tiny little black and white ball of fluff. It was meowing quietly and lying next to his dead mother. She had been hit by a car and there he was lying next to her.

My mum took off her green cardigan and wrapped the little guy up in it.

She named him Jack after Jack Frost cause he was found in the snow.

We took great care in feeding and caring for him because he was so small. The vet gave us special stuff to give him to help him grow.
Our Springer Spaniel Cara was a loving dog and looked after the wee guy. She was incredibly gentle with him even when he was clawing and biting her.

Jack grew up into a chilled out, pretty lazy cat. He ate, he wandered and he slept. In his youth he would wander but never too far. Sometimes we’d see him a few streets away and occasionally in the field across the main road but he was a survivor. He was never hurt. He never cried and he always came home.

He was smart and gentle and nice to the other neighbour’s cats. Even the nasty ones. Two of the neighbour’s cats would sometimes come in and eat his food. He didn’t care. He didn’t complain. He just lay against the radiator cosy in the heat letting the world go by.

But the thing that made him the happiest was the green cardigan. He would walk around the house with the cardigan in his teeth dragging the rest of it between his legs. He went everywhere with it. He slept on it every night. Carried it around during the day. Ate his food with it in his eyesight.

He loved that green cardigan.

We always felt that he thought it was his mum. It was always with him and I guess it loved him unconditionally. That love plus the way we looked after him probably helped him reach the right old age of 24!

However, a blood clot on his spine meant a visit to the vet to be put down. The vet said the blood clot could happen at any age and apart from that he was in great health. He could have kept going if it wasn’t for that clot.

Poor wee old guy.

I’ll miss him.

Here he is getting his tummy rubbed by my big sister:

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5 Responses to “The story of Jack”

  1. Sounds like a wonderful cat Scott. I am so sorry for your loss.

  2. Very sorry for your loss. Sending you some pawhugs…

  3. I’m a cat person through and through. I love the fact that humans adopt dogs and cats adopt humans. It is never lost on me that every time a tin of food is opened for a cat, that feline is thinking “if I had opposable thumbs, I wouldn’t need you at all, fella.” Cats give of much of themselves as they want to. Dogs on the other hand are simply way too needy and amazed by everything we do. Cats are harder to impress, but once impressed, remain so for life. My husband hates cats for these very reasons. Cat energy is something I miss having in my life so I really feel for you. It’s a lovely story and he had a beautiful, fat cat, lazy and happy life. Vale Jack xxx

  4. Sorry to hear that he’s gone dude. What I remember of him is that he was vicious little boy that could take your hand off, as soon as look at it, but that he was confounded by my gloves any time we came over to yours to roleplay. Hope you are coping dude. Love Bidge.

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