|Gus, looking over a computer monitor and eying my dinner.|
|The Box Inspector.|
|Chilling before knocking over the Christmas tree.|
|Helping Me Blog|
"Will you take him? He's the runt of the litter and I don't think he'll be able to make it through the winter. All I ask is you keep his name: Gus."
I was a single guy in a small town and this cat needed a home.
|The sink was a the perfect size for a napping spot!|
I remember taking him back to my little 600 square foot rental home and cutting up some newspaper and throwing it a cardboard box. I placed Gus in the box and he hopped right out. How the heck are you supposed to train a barn cat to go in a litter box? Turns out I needed some cat litter, because he was no dummy. I quickly drove into the larger nearby town and I was soon the proud owner of an actual litter box and some really dusty liter. I placed Gus in the box and he let loose.
|The cat trap is working!|
And it did. Beautifully.
|Loving the sun in the window sill.|
Gus would talk to me when I was on the phone... I guess he figured I was talking to him, so he would talk back. Over the years I did start talking to him, and he never failed to hold his end of the conversation.
|Laying on the heated bathroom floor.|
|Checking out my new wheels in the garage.|
|Gus, inspecting the new built-ins.|
|Sunning himself on the new built-ins|
|On top of the heating blanket and Laura|
|The step-sisters, Bear & Mooshie with Gus (bottom)|
|Holiday, Gus & Hugo|
|Watching the Cubs in the Man Room|
Today, we had to put Gus to sleep. He absolutely loathed the vet, so we had a mobile vet come to the house. I've been dealing with all these emotions of losing him the entire week. "Is it time?" There was quite a bit of back and forth in my head. "Maybe if we could just try this then he'd be okay for a little while longer?" It became obvious it was time... and that I needed to let go. Wednesday I made the most difficult phone call I've ever had to make, and I've been spoiling Gus left and right ever since.
|Trying to mail himself.|
|Helping me grade math papers.|
I'm happy to say he went out on top: sixteen and half years old, with his favorite two people in the world, in his house, and quite peacefully. Pain free, except for a little arthritis in his hind quarters.
|Waiting for me to finish with the ice cream just a few days ago|
I think it's so hard to say good-bye, because he was so easy to love.
Thanks for reading and your support.
Links to some of my favorite Gus posts:
Cabin Fever Stricken Cat
Cat on Leash - Fail
Bath Time Kitty (the time he got out and fell in the neighbor's pool)
A Message to My Blogosphere Friends from My Cat
Ugh. It's Too Hot.
Wicked Cat of the East
You Know It's Basketball Season When...
Box of Holiday Joy
Sunbathing in November
Mailday - Ryno's in my Mailbox
A New Box! Just For Me!