Last week, Tabby’s Place became one big broken heart when we heard from the original Mrs. AwesomeAdopter: Midnight, the snuggle-bug best friend to Pirate, had passed away. A primary lung sarcoma stole this sable sweetheart from his mama after six happy months together. Mrs. AwesomeAdopter fondly recalls how much you guys loved her boy and cheered him on, and was generous enough to let me share her love of Midnight with you:
I won’t be good with organizing my thoughts about my Midnight. Here are random musings
I called him Mr. Scrapy Kitty; he would acknowledge you with a little “eeeowww,” almost like a little ol’ man “hhhrrrrumph”ing.
Midnight didn’t want me to pick him up, but he would crawl into my lap on his own time. I was always cuddling him just a bit too much. “Please, Mom, just gently around my ears– no kisses and hugs! Yuck!’
Pirate surely loved and depended on him, even though, looking back I can tell that Midnight wasn’t so eager to play with Pirate. He just must not have felt well. I hope he knows I didn’t understand what he was going through then. Pirate checks all the rooms still; we miss him much!
Midnight loved the kitty ‘beds’ that have a little hooded sort of opening, and the other cats respected his claim. He was close to the littlest in size of the 5 kitties, but none of us doubted who was King. Fearless even amidst the 6 weeks of ‘integration’ here at home, Midnight never worried or cowered – just sauntered through with hardly a glance back. I loved how he moved – kind of like a street savvy ‘jock’/athlete. Midnight was very light on his feet and always on a mission.
My Midnight loved lima beans, spinach quiche and green olives. Trust me, I didn’t offer them to him; he took my breath away when I left a plate and came back to find him helping himself! Didn’t realize I would ever have to protect quiche from kitties. I made him a quiche that last week, searching for something that he’d enjoy with gusto. He licked it, just to please me.
No matter what, when someone was in the kitchen, he was right at your feet, ready for any morsels. There was no need for words; he knew how to demand a saucer of milk.
My sister calls him my fleeting blessing. Sweet transience of life! He touched our hearts – always…”
Dear Mrs. AwesomeAdopter and Pirate, Midnight could not have dreamed of a happier forever home. I do believe his final six months of life were the sweetest. He will always be with you. God bless you for loving him just as he was, so lavishly and so well. Until we meet him again, we grieve with you.