Dearest Bogus,
Good Morning and Merry Christmas! This year marks 5 years now of your leaving this earth and crossing over to the Rainbow Bridge. You were, are, and always will be my first love. My best memories are as follows; the first time you and Bugsy duked it out there in Louie’s garage on the beam that ran down the center of it, when you “ran away” from us there on Dela Vina and sharpened your fighting skills to the highest degree after living with those feral cats in the field next door to us, you and Bugsy working together and stalking that bobcat that came into the camp, how fiercely protective you became of Bugsy’s grave after he was so savagely run down, how you taught Storm a lesson that he never forgot, the long trip from California to Missouri and how you howled and howled to be let out of the cat cage until I finally did; how you jumped up into my lap, took one good look at all those huge 18 wheelers flying down the road, jumped down, back into the cat cage and not another peep out of you the rest of the way.
My most hilarious memory of all though was out there on AD Road–how you chased that red squirrel up that tree, turned around to strut off, how that nasty critter ran down the tree, ran up behind you and bit you in the butt. The look of shock and mortification on your face is a memory I will carry in my head until the day I draw my last breath. Darling, I am honestly sorry I laughed that day, but darn it was so funny. Are you still chasing that red squirrel at the Bridge? I’ll never forget the awful fight/s between you and that mean old gray cat there when we moved into town. He must have been one heck of a fighter to have been able to get in on you and crunch thru your hind leg like that. But you finally did win, and were the best ruler of that area for a long time.
I remember how Sam was the only cat for miles around that you would let in your yard and I remember the day your human dad was out in the yard with both of you. How Sam made a playful charge at you, and how you were ready to whip his furry butt right then and there. And how Sam jumped behind your human dad, and looked up at him as if to say “I’m a good kitty, please save me”. I remember how the years slipped by peacefully until it was time for you to leave this earth. That night broke my heart to pieces. That was the hardest thing I ever did, sitting vigil with you there in the studio as you left this earth to cross over to the Rainbow Bridge. But how could I do any less, after the 12+ years of love, loyalty, protection, and devotion that you had given me? And especially so when you yourself asked me to?
I left your human dad for the 2nd time, as you know, on February 4th, Cloud’s anniversary, for the final time. Things were just too miserable between us, and between the children and me. It was on that journey that I got on Food Stamps, and finally on SSI, which I needed and deserved. I am back here in my own place, and making plans to get custody of my other son. I’m left no other choice, because he is being totally poisoned against me and I need to get him away from his dad’s destructive influence.
I know he’s going to hate me more(he does already), but that child needs intervention and fast. I may have to place him in some type of in patient hospital where he can receive intense in patient help. I do know that things can not be allowed to continue the way there are now, especially now that it’s obvious that he can not be homeschooled. Darling I tried. I really did. It’s not me, it’s him. And his dad. Which is why I’m not spending Christmas with them this year. I canceled the family Christmas dinner because I just could not stand the idea of going over there for just one more dose of verbal attacks, put downs, guilt trips, flame baiting, or any other form of verbal, mental or emotional abuse. I know you understand. You have always been so understanding about me, even when I have been a royal pain in the ass. I love you to pieces for that one quality alone. Please keep taking care of Patches, and especially Cloud Warrior, the most wonderful kitty you could have possibly
chosen to send our way.
I love you I love you I love you
| Bogus Khan |
| 5, Oct 2003 |
| Renee Hartman |