It is with a very heavy heart that I hear a feline friend is now ill and perhaps nearing the end of his long life. Admire Gus, here.
Note the heart-shaped mark, with his paws placed just so.
Ever since I first set eyes on Gus, I felt a strong affinity for him. It didn’t matter that he lives in Southern California and that I’ve never actually met him. The draw was real. I felt it back in August 2011. I found a post I wrote back then. At that time I thought I could relate to Gus so strongly because — like me with my own species but not, in my case, due to my tail — Gus had problems communicating with other cats because his tail was messed up. Read about it here.
His guardian is very knowledgeable about cats. He explained about Gus, here:
“The straight up tail is a definite sign of peace among cats – it’s like a handshake. In effect, Gus is responding to a outstretched hand with his hand inside his coat on a suspicious bulge. No wonder the other cats react badly, and that Gus gets twitchy from everyone reacting badly to him.”
Who could know that one year later, in August 2012, I would meet my Barney?
I think Barney and Gus look a lot alike. I think there’s something a bit eerie about this.
I know I am extremely sad.
Here’s Barney, trying to cheer me up.
Barney and Gus. Our boys, whom we love.
Coda: Just before I published this, I checked Gus’s blog one more time. He is gone.
In this most touching tribute, his human writes this:
“He even fought through his issues in cat communication with the kittens these last few months. They understood him very well and always treated him with respect due his age but never any fear. I think that made him happy.”
I think that makes me happy, too. Happy — as much as possible.