From his tenuous beginning to his end on August 4, 2004, he filled my life with joy, love, and trust. Happy Boy was a rescue, a Good Samaritan scraped him off frozen asphalt, he had been hit by a car and was starved and near death. Laura at Pet emergency sensed his ethereal spirit: dying, in pain, and yet purring and making 'happy paws', happy just to be warm and gently touched. Greg and Jenine, my vet and his wife took him in and they worked on him for weeks. I was the privileged one to adopt him. Happy Boy was the perfect cat, accepting, brave, loving and trusting and he was always his mama's boy. He would wake up to meet me when I came home from work, waiting for me with sleepy eyes to have his belly rubbed. He would come to me when I called him, even if he was sleeping. Happy converted many non-cat people into cat lovers. He touched the lives of many because he was so outgoing, so funny and such a people-cat.
His tail had been amputated from the car accident and his ears had been frostbitten so they had to be cut short. His little tail stub was a busy little joystick all his life and he loved me to grab hold of it.
He had a little perversion, in that he was obsessed with my fleecy clothes. He would drag them around the house, yowling, making love to them, then, spent; he would lay down and snooze with my clothes. I always had clothes strung all over the house when I came home. He was a very busy cat, always amusing himself with something, He was an indoor cat but would never run away even if given the chance. We would spend time on the deck and he loved to lay down and watch the world below him but would never try to escape.
He lived with other pets, all rescues and was accepting of all. I have birds and he would never bother them, but only to tease them a little. He would lay on his back in the hall while all the dogs (his best buddies) pranced around him.
He would beg for food, sitting in line with the dogs and would even try to catch the food but it would usually bounce off his forehead.
Happy Boy was the best-natured of any living being that I have ever known. He was the best boy in the world and I love him and miss him so much the pain is palpable, like a living thing in me. I miss that big pink nose to kiss, those precious little short ears to nibble and that funny little joy-stick tail to grab. I have an African gray parrot named Joos. (originally named Zeus, he says his name as Joos), who walks around the house now, looking for Happy Boy, saying "HAPPY BOY.....MEOW)
The loss of Happy Boy leaves a void in my life that can never be made quite whole again.
August 8, 2004. I remember once when a very nasty person with a pregnant female labrador just left the puppies in the snow after she had them. The puppies were brought, hours old, to my friend, Jenine. My daughter, Rachel and I took two of the babies, Eddy and Patsy (from the British sitcom Ab-Fab) and nursed them night and day. Happy Boy loved those puppies like they were his babies and before their little eyes were even open when feeding time (hourly) came 'round they would rush the grate door of the kennel and tumble out. Happy would perch on top of the kennel and paw them as they tumbled out of the kennel(he would never use his claws, he was very gentle with them). I have many photos of this ritual and we called it "HAPPY BOY TROLLING FOR PUPPIES".|
AUGUST 4, 2005: It has been one year since my boy left me. The tears still flow. I had a big portrait of him done and it sits atop the fireplace mantle where I can treasure his lifesize face daily. 45 minutes after his passing (at Pet Emergency) a little tiny boy kitty was admitted to Pet Emergency, the little guy had been brutalized by a young boy with a golf club and the police were called by a concerned neighbor. After two weeks of medical attention, it looked as though the young male would pull through. Laura from Pet emergency (the very same who saved Happy 10 years ago) called me to see how I was doing after losing Happy. Not so good. She told me about this little fellow. I went to meet him. He was odd-looking, the pummeling he had taken had affected his inner eyelids. I adopted him, named him Lucky Boy and he helped to fill the hole left in my heart. I still miss my Happy Boy so much. Lucky Boy is working hard to ease my pain.
August 3, 2006.
Has it been 2 years? His memory is still so fresh, how can that amount of time have passed? Yet, it seems like days ago I could see his big bright Happy face, bury my face in his big buddha belly, kiss his pink paw-pads and tickle his feet. Oh Dear God, how can I still miss one cat so much? There are whole nations I would trade for more time with him. .