I lost my best friend yesterday. I am broken hearted and in pain, we were inseparable. He lived a good life and was loved and spoiled.
April 1 1992 to May 31, 2009
I miss him every minute
And here is the last picture I took of my boy about 2 weeks ago. He never left my side when I was in the house. His favorite place was either on my chest or on this ottoman laying against me
I need to tell you about my best friend. Turbo has been at my side since we adopted him in April of 1993. The day we went looking for a cat was a nice sunny day. We went to four pet adoption places. At the fourth one we walked into a room with fifty cats. Turbo was high up on one of the kitty towers but quickly made his way down to greet us. He walked right up to me and rubbed his body against my leg and looked up. I picked him up and never let go.
We took him home that day and kept him separated from his new brother. They sniffed at each other under the door for the first day. On the second day we let them meet. Calvin and Turbo ( I did at first want to name him Hobbes) became close friends and generally where one would be the other would not be far away.
Actually there were many times they fought and the fur would fly. The only reason for the fights was if Calvin would climb on me and snuggle when Turbo left the room for some rare minute.
Turbo would return and see Calvin and also climb upon me. Turbo knew how to bide his time and later when Calvin would leave the room, Turbo would find him and attack. Since both are long haired cats, you would literally see fur wherever a battle took place.
Since Calvin was Anneโs cat and rarely left her side, thankfully this was not too often. You have heard of junkyard dogs, well Turbo was always the contractorโs cat when we were remodeling. No matter what noise was being made he would be right there watching. One time one of the guys was under a sink cabinet with a sawzall and Turbo was right on his chest watching him work. As the years went by the โboysโ grew closer and would find exotic places to hide when we were not home.
Over time Calvin grew ill. We brought him to the vet many times. We later learned that the steroids one vet put him on damaged his heart. We eventually lost Calvin and Turbo was the King.
After Calvin was gone we tried to go on vacations but they never worked. We would inevitably get a call from my sister and bil telling us that Turbo would not let them pass him on the staircase. They ended up sleeping downstairs in their living room. Somehow this loving cat turned psycho when I was away more than a day. We ended up cutting our vacation short and picking up our innocent baby. The minute I would pick him up he would start licking my ear and cleaning my hair.
It was then we decided we needed an rv. We tried a few gassers but they did not meet his standards. The gassers were too noisy for him. We eventually got a diesel pusher and he was happy. While on the road, you could always find him ensconced in his bucket between Anne and I.
At least one time every trip he would vacate his bucket to puke. Turbo never traveled very well anyway. Previous to the rv we had a cabin, I think he only made it there once without getting sick. But sick or not it was better he was with me than home alone.
When we decided to move and build a new home we had to live in the new guest house for two years. I think this really hurt his exercise program. He was limited to 500 sf. I donโt think he ever moved the way he used to after that.
We eventually sold the rv when Turboโs legs would not be able to take the travel. We did not want to put him through the pain. As the last year or so went on his legs got worse, the anti inflammatory helped a lot because you would still see his eyes light up when I walked in the room.
He never left my side, even as he got slower, and the 17 years took their toll, he spent as much time with me as possible.
There were days I could see he was having a hard time but his eyes always smiled. It was breaking my heart that I was going to have a decision to make and I did not want to make that.
This morning Turbo and I spent time together on the couch, I could see his eyes were different today, they told of pain.
I am telling you this because this afternoon the decision was removed from my hands. At about 4:30 this afternoon, as Anne and I sat at the table talking, we heard cries we never heard before. We both ran to his side, he seemed to be trying to catch his breathe and could not. I tried to help and he ran, I caught up to him and Anne and I held him as he took his last breathe.
He died in my arms in short time. I am blessed to have had time on this earth to spend with Turbo. He was a true companion, he never left my side, slept each night on my shoulder. When I was ill he would cry out in sympathy. So I write this in his honor. I loved that cat. He was the only child I will ever have and he was the greatest.
I know one day I will meet up with him again at Rainbow Bridge, till then I will think of him every day.
"The great challenge of adulthood is holding on to your idealism after you lose your innocence."
โ Bruce Springsteen
"This ain't the practice round"
- a friend