Clack came into our lives as a small kitten when his mother showed up in our yard with him and his brother Click.
We fed them all, trapped them and had them all spayed and neutered. They were officially ours.
Clack was always the little wild one. While his brother, Click, was content to stay close to home, Clack liked to wander and explore. I often worried about him when he would be gone for a few days on an adventure.
He was always the one who proudly brought us mice, voles, baby rabbits or birds. He was quite the little hunter!
Yesterday morning, he seemed not quite himself. He ran off into the woods when I tried to offer him his favorite canned food. When I came home from work, he was lying under our van. I thought he was gone, but when I looked closely, he was still breathing. I rushed him to the vet, but he didn’t respond to the oxygen. The vet told us that his pupils weren’t responding to light and that she had felt a mass in his chest. She recommended that we put him to sleep. This was a hard decision, but we had no assurance that he would make it through the night.
We miss you terribly, Clack. Your brother, Click is looking for you in the yard. Hopefully, he understands that you have gone to the Rainbow Bridge to be with Mama Kitty.
You had a wonderful, carefree life here with us. We loved watching you tumbling around with your brother. We loved the way your little head would always be cocked to one side. We loved the way you would sneak into the house to forage for canned food. We loved your little meow and the way you always greeted us by running up the driveway when you heard our cars.
Thank you for giving us 12 years to love and care for you. Sleep softly little boy. We miss you and love you.
Mom & Dad,
| Clack |
| 20, July 2006 |
| Brenda Lyons |