Remembering Tim.

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He started out as such a tiny little ball of fur, thus why I went with the name Tim, he was my Tiny Tim. So tiny that he fit in one hand, and my special friend had some missing toes, and some back legs which weren’t perfect, but he was my little ginger buddy.

I remember I had a photo shoot the day Sharlie brought him over, she told me he was in need of some TLC and knew compared to a family with kids, I’d be one to take care of the little guy and make sure he got the care he needed.

He was tired, he was anxious, so he found a corner under my living room lamps and curled up into a small happy ball of fur. I went off to to a photo-shoot only to return to a cat perched on the couch saying “Where have you been?!” a behavior that continued for his entire life.

Tim was a good little cat, and he quickly grew into a big cat, with a tail that GREW bigger than he was, even the neighborhood kids loved his tail, even recently my uncle called Tim a “Cat Fox” as his tail was so big and poofy!

tim-headQuite the Facebook cat, many have watched the little guy grow from that little curious face above into the  full grown nap taking friend who has been through the crazy things of life, he was there when my job ended @ MLS, he was there after 5k’s and trips, he was always excited to see me and would follow me around for days after coming home to make sure I didn’t leave again.

Many have asked what happened, and I honestly don’t know, he went from earlier in the day tromping around in the backyard with mom to being weak, wobbly, and sore. He was sleeping a lot, and I came home to find him just breathing hard and not feeling to good – but as I have had cats in our family over the years figured “He’ll bounce back” as he’s been puny before and done fine, but as the day progressed he wasn’t doing too good, and after I woke up from nap, he cried a little as I came to see what was up and was petting him with mom, he took his last breath and was gone.

I’ve had my moments already, asked God why, been a little angry that this little guy would have to leave me so quickly, and yet I have a peace knowing that God put Tim in my life for a reason, to see me through some tough and lonely days, to be there and welcoming to me, to give me love – as my mom pointed out he was truly My Cat.

I’m sad. I can’t deny that, haven’t cried this much in ages, with my parents help we laid Tim to rest, said my goodbyes, Daisy came over to sit with me and hear stories, and just hold my hand as I cried. I’ve looked at a lot of old photos, since that  day in May over a year ago, when a little ginger man entered my life and found a spot where he could stay and be a friend that was always there when I came home, now He’s up in heaven once again waiting for me to come home.

I miss you Tim.

Resting on my chest :)
Resting on my chest 🙂

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