I cannot bear the pain inside right now as I cry over the premature ending of my wonderful and wicked cat. Auggie showed up eleven years ago on August 1, one year to the day that my other cat had disappeared. He marched right up to the house, never a care about the large labs in the yard or the weed eater buzzing. We always knew that our sweet Lou, that had disappeared must have sent him to us. That is why he came on the anniversary of her departure. That is the kind of cat she was. He was sent to us and he came to stay. I think one neighbor reported he had a stick over his shoulder with his belongings all tied in a bandana.
Tonight, Auggie met his match. Two stray dogs grabbed him and injured him beyond repair. He was in such shock as he had never had any animal get the best of him. Actually he had quite a reputation of kicking ass all over this neighborhood. This place will be lousy with bunnies in no time.
Auggie walked with us, of course not on a leash. That was for dogs. He was often seen down on the big road at the Subway Shop drive-in window. He got picked up in a parking lot of Zanies Comedy Club because some girls thought he looked lost. That took a week to track him down in a much better zip code than the one he returned to.
But oh, my sweet boy. I am going to miss you something terrible. I am so sorry that I had to make that decision to end your beautiful life. And you did have a grand time for all those years. But the wounds were too great for you to survive and I could not see you in that pain.
I love you Auggie and will miss you forever. I hope you make it back to me one day.