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RIP Tucker – my cat brother

Jazzy and TuckerMy cat brother, Tucker, died last night. Dat’s him up above wid me on da couch. Izn’t he handsome? He wuz 14 years old. My Mom iz very sad an tinks dat it’s her fault ’cause he gots into a cat fight an Mom didn’t get him to da vet fast enough. I tol her, “Mom, it wuzn’t ur fault. It was his time to go to da Rainbow Bridge. Grady’s been der for a few years an he wuz lonely, so Tucker’s gonna be an angel like Grady.” Dat made Mom sad, but happy to nos dat Grady an Tucker wud be together again.

Tucker and GradyTucker wuz a weally kool cat. I meen, he didn’t act like a regular cat at all! He wud lay wid us, me an Grady, like a dog. He didn’t use no stinkin’ litter box. He wud go to da door like we did an do his bidness, den come wight back in! I meen to tell ewe, Tucker was all right!

Mom gots Tucker wen he wuz only 10 days old. A frend brought him to her afer finding him in da middle of da street. Poor Tucker didn’t even nos how to eat, so Mom had to bottle feed him fur weeks! She had to teech him jest about everyting! Mom only had Tyler den, I wuzn’t around yet. Tyler looked at Tucker like he was a bug! But dey got along all ok.

Den Mom gots Grady an dey ended up being best friends! Dey wud take naps together until Tucker wud bite Grady on da ear fur no reason! Grady wud jump up out of a dead sleep an look at him like, “Whut did ewe do dat for?!” Tucker jest smacked him wid his tail and sauntered off, swishing his tail back an forth. He’s my kinda cat!

Tucker - Only LoveOne time, Tucker wuz out being an alley kat…ewe nos whut dat iz, right? He was prowling around. An he gots into trouble ’cause sum meen peeple locked him in a building. Mom cried an cried…she thought she’d never find him. I tol her, “Mom, donut wurry. Tucker will be all wight. God will help us find him.” An God did. A couple weeks later, Mom herd dis wittle bitty “meow” coming from down da alley, two houses over. She runned over der an he was locked in dis garage! She broked da door open, scooped him up and taked him home! Grady and Tyler were so happy to see him, dey kissed him! A dog kissing a cat, can ewe imagine?! Of course, wight after dey kissed him, they spitted for like an hour!

Okay…now if ewe done da math, I guess ewe haf figgered out dat I prolly wasn’t around when Tyler was alive…which meens dat I wudn’t haf been able to tell Mom dat it was gonna be all right ’cause God was gonna help us find him. Well, ewe iz right. I wasn’t here. But I nowed dat God wud help, so I thought it an sent it to her in a future thought. Yeah, dat sounds gud. Besides, me and God, we’re tight. Like, jest da oder day, I told God, “Hey, did you nos dat dog spelled backwards is God?” God looked at me, sorta like Mom looks at me quite often an He sed, “Um, Jazzy, I think it’s God spelled backwards is dog.” I tol Him, “Whutever!!!!” He jest sighed. He does dat a lot wid me. :)

But I digress…

Tucker was jest a weally kool cat. Mom wud take pikchurs of him an he wud jest pose like a pro…almost as gud as me! He will never be furgotten ’cause Mom made TylerDog greeting cards wid him on ‘em, too! So now everyone will nos whut a purty kitty Tucker was.

Tucker, I’ll miss ewe.

Love, forever, Jazzy.

Tucker the Cat

 

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