Casey’s Obituary

It is with great sadness that we tell you that on Sunday August 4, 2013 @6:30pm approximately Casey joined Cat Mao and Cat Mandu in Pet Heaven, where puppies do not snarl and kitties do not hiss.

Casey left behind his new Best Friend Forever Jakita (even though she nipped him when he was shooed from the table). How was a feral cat to know that was considered bad manners…tell me, how?

Casey will also miss his kitty family, new pal, Bad Boy Andy, his sometimes Ally, Beau depending on the day of the week it was, and Diva Calico Gen  who would even sleep on the same bed as him, and of course, all his Cat Colony friends, especially Seven.

More importantly, Casey knows he left a tiny hole in Momma, and Wonder Boys’  hearts because Momma said, she did, that he was the most amazingly easy feral cat to become domesticated. He will always cherish having a home to claim as his own and feeling beloved, even if it only lasted two and a half months.

No flowers, but next time you give to the SPCA, think of Casey – he had 2.5 months of bliss. Your every little contributions and kind deeds help make stray cat lives, no matter how short, better.

FYI: Casey was fine Saturday,  even ventured outside twice. He refused to eat food Sunday morning, which totally baffled and worried Momma.  He would not leave the room.  By the afternoon, Casey heard Momma and Wonder Boy in the kitchen and inched himself forward on his belly, to be with them in the kitchen. Momma picked him up and took him wherever she went.  At suppertime, sensing Casey needed quiet, Momma shut him in his bedroom,  (away from curious, pesky Jakita), snuggling him in a clothes basket, lined with comfy towels. Like a lamp that dims as it runs out of oil, he left the earth realm.

Casey was greeted by fellow Angel kitties, Cat Mandu and Cat Mao at the Golden Gates. He has reached his eternal rest yet we believe he will still keep an eye out to see what we are up to down on earth.

So, if he can be of any help, just call him. He’s waiting………

Postscript from Momma:                                                                                                Poor precious, brave Casey.  Although only between two to three years old by  the time he was rescued, he had been too famished for too long and battled too  many diseases to be able to have a normal span of cat life.  Our vet warned us  not to get attached but the heart, like the wind, goes wherever it wants to go.