It’s not easy to loose a friend……a “fur friend” at that. O’Brian wasn’t even our cat. He (we’re not sure if it was male or female, but I will use “he”) was left behind by the people who used to live next door, and he became a neighborhood cat.
Our first experience with O’Brian was a few months back on a Sunday afternoon. I was leaving to do grandma’s shopping an I heard a cat crying. I finally found it….it wasn’t one of ours….way up in a tree in the yard across the street. We didn’t know if the people were home, so I went ahead and left. When I returned about an hour later hubby and the guy across the street had been trying to get O’Brian down, but he was scared and kept going up farther. That is when we learned that O’Brian was blind in one eye. We prayed for O’Brian to get down on his own that night, because there were storms…bad storms…coming through. He must have made it down one way or another because he wasn’t in the tree the next morning. After a few days, he always would come over to see us when we were out in the yard, You could hear the bell on his collar jingle as he came running. He became part or our family.
His “family” moved out about a month and a half ago leaving him behind. It was sad to watch him run across the street to check and see if they were home yet. Eventually we just pretty much stayed in our yard. He became good friends with Spaz (another neighborhood cat that was dumped about 6-8 months ago by people moving out across the street). They did everything together.
This morning when hubby was getting ready to leave he called me outside. There was O’Brian, laying in the water running down the street, in front of hubby’s van. It didn’t look like he had been hit, there wasn’t any visible signs of injury. Whatever it was that happened, it happened between 11:45 last night and 8:15 this morning. We’re thinking that a big dog, that has been running loose lately (which is against the law here) must have snuck up on him and got him.
A, Hubby and I dug a hole for O’Brian. Hubby had to leave, so A and I finished up, leaving O’Brian to “run” with our other fur friends in the back yard.
Later this evening we were getting home and Spaz was sitting in the street staring in the water near where we found O’Brain this morning. When you look at Spaz’s eyes you can tell he is sad and he looks as if he has been crying. He to misses his friend.
Unfortunatly I don’t have any pictures of O’Brian. He was a small all black cat with a blue collar. I’m guessing he wasn’t even a year old yet. We love you O’Brian and we will miss you. We look forward to seeing you again someday.