Farewell Meow Meow

This is the cat we called Meow Meow: it came into our lives when it was about two weeks old and was wandering around the fields having been abandoned. So, the family took it in, we fed it, we played with it and looked after it. The dogs liked it and everyone got along. Nice cat. This photo is how it was resting one evening about a year or so ago ... in a funny mood! Tom cats disappear from time to time and so did Meow Meow: for three or even four weeks. We felt he was dead. Then he returned but with a large wound on its chest. Car or dog fight? Who knows but it must have hurt. The wound healed well though and the fur grew back over it. In the meantime, our Ginger tom cat arrived, also a two week old abandoned kitten and we took him in ... Ginger and Meow Meow got on really well: they played and ran and jumped like good young friends do. They both came into our house and we fed them both. After a while Meow Meow disappeared again but when he came back this time, with another wound, in the same place, something had changed. His eyes were vacant. He would wander around crying at times. We still fed him but he wasn't all there. The wound healed again nicely so most things just jogged along. Then Meow Meow and Ginger started fighting: some epic battles with fur and excrement flying: remember the day we accidentally locked them together in our house!! Ginger also disappeared for three weeks and came back very thin: whatever he was doing, eating wasn't his priority. He is home now and eating well again. Meow Meow got thinner and thinner and more and more listless. Sad to see. Such a happy cat a year ago and now, at about the age of 20 months or so he died. He died last night after a short bout of sickness and that is the end of Meow Meow. Everyone and everything who brings joy and leaves memories deserves an obituary. So hail and farewell Meow Meow: you are free now! DW