We lost our beloved "Lucy," on October 31, 2007. He'd been missing and we found him dead in the basement. We buried him in the front yard beside a tall maple tree.
We will all miss him. He was greatly loved. He was a unique cat, a true pure soul, who loved all living things, even dogs. He'd spend so much time lying with our dogs and lovingly licking them.
He'd befriended a dashchund next door years ago, and it was so funny seeing them lying together in the yard, best friends.
He was so beautiful with plush smoky black fur and almond shaped eyes with long, thick lashes. He was probably part Persian--perhaps with a touch of Maine Coon as well. I've never seen another cat like him and probably never will. He was truly one of a kind.
I felt like I could never capture his unique beauty on camera though I tried many times.
When he was a tiny kitten, we'd found him on the porch a couple of days before Christmas. I took one look and knew we had to keep him. He was the cutest kitten that I'd ever seen. He looked like a fur ball with great big eyes and little legs jutting out. He would get in bed with everyone at night and give them long loving licks across the top of the head--which we called slide kisses.
But there was no way we could be angry at him for waking us up in the night, because he was so cute and so loveable.
Yes, he did have a licking obsession, which he dealt with all of his life.
He'd also survived a rare fungal disease carried by birds, which he'd contracted in 1999, and we had to put him on costly medicine. Thus, we called him the "thousand dollar cat," for a while. But even with the medicine, the vet said his chances of survival were slim that few cats survived such a disease. But to our surprise, Lucy recovered and did well for many years, though the illness permanently damaged his lungs as he had difficulty meowing afterward and often wheezed.
As for his name--we'd named him Lucifer, because he resembled the cat in the cartoon version of Cinderella--its name was Lucifer. But I absolutely couldn't call him by that dark angel's name and shortened it to Lucy. My husband called him Furball. Our son called him Lamoo.
We will greatly miss this dear friend and family member who was such a blessing to our lives.
We will all miss him. He was greatly loved. He was a unique cat, a true pure soul, who loved all living things, even dogs. He'd spend so much time lying with our dogs and lovingly licking them.
He'd befriended a dashchund next door years ago, and it was so funny seeing them lying together in the yard, best friends.
He was so beautiful with plush smoky black fur and almond shaped eyes with long, thick lashes. He was probably part Persian--perhaps with a touch of Maine Coon as well. I've never seen another cat like him and probably never will. He was truly one of a kind.
I felt like I could never capture his unique beauty on camera though I tried many times.
When he was a tiny kitten, we'd found him on the porch a couple of days before Christmas. I took one look and knew we had to keep him. He was the cutest kitten that I'd ever seen. He looked like a fur ball with great big eyes and little legs jutting out. He would get in bed with everyone at night and give them long loving licks across the top of the head--which we called slide kisses.
But there was no way we could be angry at him for waking us up in the night, because he was so cute and so loveable.
Yes, he did have a licking obsession, which he dealt with all of his life.
He'd also survived a rare fungal disease carried by birds, which he'd contracted in 1999, and we had to put him on costly medicine. Thus, we called him the "thousand dollar cat," for a while. But even with the medicine, the vet said his chances of survival were slim that few cats survived such a disease. But to our surprise, Lucy recovered and did well for many years, though the illness permanently damaged his lungs as he had difficulty meowing afterward and often wheezed.
As for his name--we'd named him Lucifer, because he resembled the cat in the cartoon version of Cinderella--its name was Lucifer. But I absolutely couldn't call him by that dark angel's name and shortened it to Lucy. My husband called him Furball. Our son called him Lamoo.
We will greatly miss this dear friend and family member who was such a blessing to our lives.
We lost our beloved "Lucy," on October 31, 2007. He'd been missing and we found him dead in the basement. We buried him in the front yard beside a tall maple tree.
We will all miss him. He was greatly loved. He was a unique cat, a true pure soul, who loved all living things, even dogs. He'd spend so much time lying with our dogs and lovingly licking them.
He'd befriended a dashchund next door years ago, and it was so funny seeing them lying together in the yard, best friends.
He was so beautiful with plush smoky black fur and almond shaped eyes with long, thick lashes. He was probably part Persian--perhaps with a touch of Maine Coon as well. I've never seen another cat like him and probably never will. He was truly one of a kind.
I felt like I could never capture his unique beauty on camera though I tried many times.
When he was a tiny kitten, we'd found him on the porch a couple of days before Christmas. I took one look and knew we had to keep him. He was the cutest kitten that I'd ever seen. He looked like a fur ball with great big eyes and little legs jutting out. He would get in bed with everyone at night and give them long loving licks across the top of the head--which we called slide kisses.
But there was no way we could be angry at him for waking us up in the night, because he was so cute and so loveable.
Yes, he did have a licking obsession, which he dealt with all of his life.
He'd also survived a rare fungal disease carried by birds, which he'd contracted in 1999, and we had to put him on costly medicine. Thus, we called him the "thousand dollar cat," for a while. But even with the medicine, the vet said his chances of survival were slim that few cats survived such a disease. But to our surprise, Lucy recovered and did well for many years, though the illness permanently damaged his lungs as he had difficulty meowing afterward and often wheezed.
As for his name--we'd named him Lucifer, because he resembled the cat in the cartoon version of Cinderella--its name was Lucifer. But I absolutely couldn't call him by that dark angel's name and shortened it to Lucy. My husband called him Furball. Our son called him Lamoo.
We will greatly miss this dear friend and family member who was such a blessing to our lives.
We will all miss him. He was greatly loved. He was a unique cat, a true pure soul, who loved all living things, even dogs. He'd spend so much time lying with our dogs and lovingly licking them.
He'd befriended a dashchund next door years ago, and it was so funny seeing them lying together in the yard, best friends.
He was so beautiful with plush smoky black fur and almond shaped eyes with long, thick lashes. He was probably part Persian--perhaps with a touch of Maine Coon as well. I've never seen another cat like him and probably never will. He was truly one of a kind.
I felt like I could never capture his unique beauty on camera though I tried many times.
When he was a tiny kitten, we'd found him on the porch a couple of days before Christmas. I took one look and knew we had to keep him. He was the cutest kitten that I'd ever seen. He looked like a fur ball with great big eyes and little legs jutting out. He would get in bed with everyone at night and give them long loving licks across the top of the head--which we called slide kisses.
But there was no way we could be angry at him for waking us up in the night, because he was so cute and so loveable.
Yes, he did have a licking obsession, which he dealt with all of his life.
He'd also survived a rare fungal disease carried by birds, which he'd contracted in 1999, and we had to put him on costly medicine. Thus, we called him the "thousand dollar cat," for a while. But even with the medicine, the vet said his chances of survival were slim that few cats survived such a disease. But to our surprise, Lucy recovered and did well for many years, though the illness permanently damaged his lungs as he had difficulty meowing afterward and often wheezed.
As for his name--we'd named him Lucifer, because he resembled the cat in the cartoon version of Cinderella--its name was Lucifer. But I absolutely couldn't call him by that dark angel's name and shortened it to Lucy. My husband called him Furball. Our son called him Lamoo.
We will greatly miss this dear friend and family member who was such a blessing to our lives.
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