My Tookie. How I will miss you.
Tookie passed away on Thursday, March 13, 2014, lying in her little maroon fluffy bed, holding her little mouse toy, Steve Martin, that my daughter Katy had bought for her years ago. She was listening to classical music of the Nutcracker, looking out the window from atop my bed, where she enjoyed this last six months in our new residence. I had placed my First Holy Communion rosary on her bed.
We, Katy, Amber and I, all kissed her little head and said, goodbye. I told her repeatedly throughout the day, “You have sweet dreams, honey, because you deserve them.”
We got Tookie in January 1998 from an office mate and friend who could not take her to her new apartment. Tookie was about three at the time. She was a sweet, very small Russian Blue. Jen had found her, huddling against a wall, scared, wet in a thunderstorm, when Tookie was just a tiny, few week old kitten. She was treated for parasites, including a tapeworm, which stunted Tookie’s growth. Tookie was always referred to by friends and visitors as a “baby kitty” and rarely tipped the scale over 7 pounds.
Tookie would sleep with me. When I would get a sore throat, often I would wake up, and she would be laying across my throat to keep it warm!
Her favorite food was shrimp. And each night, she got a little shrimp cut up in a bowl as her goodnight treat.
If you called, “Tookie” or “Tookie, shrimp!”, she would come running!
Probably the funniest thing about Tookie was that she LOVED water. Several times in her life, I gave her a little water bath. When I would finish in the tub or shower, Tookie was sure to jump in to play around in any of the clean water I would run to clear the soaps just as if she were playing in puddles.
In this new residence, Tookie loved to hear the shower and would run around play, sometimes getting soaking wet.
And as Katy sings to cheer me up when I just sit or work through the tears, “Tookie’s havin’ shrimp with Jesus! She’s eating boiled shrimp, sauteed shrimp, shrimp on the Barbie, shrimp scampi …”
Tookie was approximately 19 years old when she moved to Heaven. She was never really sick. I really expected her to live forever. The last few years were extremely rough for all of us. For most of her little life, she was sheltered in my bedroom wherever we lived, mostly to protect her from our little Jack Russell Terrier, Lola. In this place we live now, I wanted desperately to allow Tookie the freedom to roam free throughout the house so she would not always feel isolated. Each day, I would carefully introduce her to the rest of the house, and to Lola, while Katy was at college. With Lola now around 10 years old and a little less hyper, they actually did become friends this past six months. In fact, one day I came into the main living area and Tookie was relaxing in Lola’s bed and Lola was relaxing in Tookie’s bed. How sweet!
At Christmas, Tookie would climb up and sit on my lap on one side and Lola would climb up and sit on my lap on the other!
How I miss you so much, Tookie. I know you were probably suffering in silence. Jesus finally called you back home to live healthy in heaven. As God created ALL creatures, I know I will see you again.
Tookie, Thank You for being my cat. I will love you always!