Except he’s maybe too smart, and kind of a jerk. The people who had him before me had all of his claws removed, so he’s an inside cat. Despite various attempts at medication, different foods, litters, boxes, you name it, he still acts out - it’s behavioral and the vet thinks related to separation anxiety of sorts (the problems started when I started working full time, and have gotten worse in the past couple years). It’s becoming increasingly and painfully obvious that he would do better elsewhere, where he was an only cat with someone who is around more to give him lots of attention.
So I’m thinking about finding him a new home. If you or anyone you know is interested in a ginger cat with a lot of personality, please let me know.
He is fairly social, comes when you call his name, does tricks (sit and up). Generally he likes other cats and dogs, and is wary of babies and small children, however, I think he’d really do best if he was the only animal and got all the attention. He has a clean bill of health and is up on all of his shots. I’ve had him since 2005, and he was maybe a year or two old when I got him, so he’s about 7 or 8. I think he’d do really well with a retired person or a family with older kids (elementary age and up). People who are home more than I am and can give him the attention he needs.
I really really don’t want to do this, since I love this cat, but he deserves to be happy. I’d rather re-home him myself, rather than give him up to the SPCA, so that he can be returned to me in case it doesn’t work out. So please let me know if you or someone you know is interested; free to a good home. I’d really appreciate it.
This reminds me of that SNL skit where Natalie Cole sings “Unforgettable: Natalie Cole Sings With all Her Dad’s Dead Old Friends” and it cuts to Tammy Wynette who yells “Hey! I am NOT dead! This is how rumors gets started!”
I am doing fine, I promise. Just sad, but it was the right thing to do, and the right time to do it. I have no regrets, only wonderful memories. Doesn’t stop the fact that I miss his happy bounding into the room. Nobody else will ever be THAT HAPPY to see me. Unless I ever get another dog, I suppose. That’s the wonderful thing about dogs: they love unconditionally.
The hardest part was that I just sort of assumed he’d close his eyes. Like he was going to sleep. He didn’t. He kept looking at me, but he just stopped seeing me.