Until Later My Little Friend

For nearly a quarter of a century, Fonzy has been my little buddy through thick and thin. Last night as always, he stretched his neck out and purred when I gave him his nightly feeding, petted his head and scratched his neck. Sadly though, sometime in the night he crossed Rainbow Bridge. However, I can say with certainty, he enjoyed his life right to the end 🙂

24 years and some months ago, I got a call at work. My wife told me she had grabbed up a kitten at a farm sale, the last of his litter that hadn’t been eaten by a coyote.

Apparently he had crawled up inside the dash of the truck on a 90 degree day and wouldn’t come out.

Some time later a ruffled and greasy kitten was extracted from the wiring, and introduced to his new home. Since he seemed interested in the inner workings of cars and looked a bit like a grease monkey at the time, Tricia decided to name him Fonzy.

From the beginning I knew he was no ordinary cat. He was constantly getting into things he shouldn’t, jumping high onto places he shouldn’t be, and fiercely defending his territory from animals too big for him to challenge. And I must add, mice everywhere were terrified by the mere thought his presence.

I’m sure he is having fun disrupting the normal routine in Cat Heaven, running and jumping like he did when he was young. So until later my little friend, you will have to wait for me on the other side.