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Goodnight, Buddy

Doozey Sleeping

Doozey Sleeping

Last Monday, my wife and I had to say good-bye to our dear little buddy, Doozey (I’ve been told the name was actually Duzel, but I thought Doozey was more appropriate). He came into our lives five years ago–we believe his owner had passed away and through a series of accidents, he found himself homeless until we adopted him. It took a while for him to trust us, but when he did, I did this pastel sketch of him, sleeping on a pillow.

He was a sweet cat, never seeming to get angry like other cats do on occasion, and basically, he became one of the family. We have lots of stories about him but to write them down would probably just choke me up right now. He started showing signs of something wrong late last year. Naturally we took him to the vet, but all his vitals seemed normal. Around the start of this year, things took a turn for the worse and we seemed to have discussions with his doctor everyday. More tests, more medicines. Finally, the poor little guy was half his weight and unable to eat. He was afraid to sleep, because he feared never waking up. Eventually he did.

Cats have jobs. They decide what their job is and you have no influence on what it will be. Doozey’s was bed making inspection. Whenever we made the bed, he’d leap into the center to make sure we were doing it right. Before we’d finished. We took to closing the bedroom door so we could actually get the sheets straight.

We’re going to miss closing the door.

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