Jones by LadyElf
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At 1:45am central time July 11th, Jones the cat aka Jonsey, Jonester, Jonsey-Ponesy, Big Guy left us and crossed the Rainbow Bridge. He was with his family, who with heavy hearts walked with him as far as they could and then let him go. He was met on the other side by many of his friends who have gone before him.
He was a heck of a cat. He picked us, coming from the preserve behind us, following the fence line and straight to our front door, where he lifted a paw and politely knocked on our front door. In pure cat manner, when we answered he looked at us like he was expected. Throughout that first summer, we got to know him on the front porch, leaving him food and water, watched him scrap with a possum as it stupidly tried to partake of his nightly feast. Jones was never one to back down from a good fight, he was a tom after all. The possum came once and never returned. Good on ya Jones He gained our respect and I will admit we were a bit afraid of this big white tom that blessed us with his presence.
He entered our garage as the summer went on, too hot for him to stay outside anymore, made the obligatory trip to the vet where he checked out quite healthy and vigorous and very quickly became an important part of our family.
He had a very raspy meow, barely audible, but he always seemed to get his point across. His spirit was very strong.
He is survived by his mama and daddy, his sissy Amber, Porkchop the upstart kitty, Oscar his loving lab brother and his cousin Truman, (being the only cat Truman truly liked) who Jones always looked forward to seeing when he came to visit.
Jones was approximately 15 years of age at the time of his passing.
As quiet as he was during his stay with us, the house seems very, very silent now, although I could swear we can hear him purring (the one thing that was loud about him, you could hear it two rooms away.)
He is missed, will be missed, but is in our hearts.
Thank you Jones for all that you were, but most of all, thank you for picking us to share your life journey.
Comments (6)
IceDancer
I am so sorry for your loss. I lost one of my Pomeranians 5 weeks ago and am going through the same grief. She is the icon I use here in the hula outfit. This memorial you wrote is so extremely touching. Bless you family.
LadyElf
Oh she was soooo cute honey! I'm so sorry for your loss as well. We can just hug each other and know we'll see them again someday!
jendellas
I am so sorry for your loss of Jonsey. I know how hard it is to loose a friend. xxx
LadyElf
Thank you so much jendellas :)
brewgirlca
What a very moving story of Jones. Cats do seem to pick their family but the way you describe how Jones did is really quite touching and the story brings a mist to my eye. He lived a long life and it must have been a good one for his spirit seems to have decided to stay on with you. I know this feeling. Sometimes when I am at my desk I feel a brush of soft fur along my legs and I think it is my tabby Trina, but when I look down she is not there and I realize it was my beloved Torty Pingo who passed away some 6 years ago after sharing my life for over 19 years. Trina never sleeps with me but sometimes at night I can feel a lump on my bed and again it is Pingo who so often did. Blessed be for Jones and all our fur babies.
LadyElf
I so believe that they stay with us, to watch over us. Even today after months, I still catch glimpses of him and hubs feels the weight of his body on his feet when he's sitting in his chair (one of Jones favorite places was his feet.) It wonderful to know that they are around, just beyond that veil and we will see them again. :)
LadyElf
HUGS Yes, I love that they remind us that they are still around. It was so odd, I had a dream about the Rainbow Bridge (I call it a trip, I think I really was there, but that just sounds nuts right?) anyway, the dream or whatever it was, was about two or three weeks before Jones became so ill. Strange.