Piggy is Gone

Our last cat, Piggy, has disappeared, and most likely died.  He has been sick for some time, but holding his own.  In the last two to three weeks, he appeared to be getting frailer, slower and was eating less and less.  We even went to the point of feeding him baby food, which he rather enjoyed for a bit.  Unfortunately, June 4, 2019, was the last time we saw him. 

He went outside and was relaxing in the sun on top of the picnic table like he always did.  However, he refused to eat anything that morning.  When we returned from work, he was gone and never returned. We surmise he either had some hiding spot he enjoyed or another family he visited and went there and died.  It is a sad time as he was the last of our six cats we had when we moved here four years ago. Four of the six are buried in the back yard. One ran away a few years ago, and Piggy didn't return. 

Piggy was so named for his tail when he was a kitten.  The tip of his tail curled like a pigs tail.  Even as an adult, there were times when it would do the same.  Piggy was known for his "I'm a tough cat" veneer as he would stand tall and proud on my wife's lap and look around as if saying "don't come near.  She's mine and I'm protecting her."  One of his trademark qualities was to "hush" her when she got too loud.  If she laughed loudly or yelled for something, Piggy would bound into the room, climb on her and tap his paws on her mouth to say "be quiet".  Other times he would run away because it was too noisy for him.

Piggy was also know for waking me up at night by walking on my head and meowing.  Usually it was because he decided he needed to go outside or be fed.  And as usual, I would get up and do as commanded, being the fool that I am. 

Piggy will be missed, the last of a legacy of four cats, all siblings.  Sadly, all have died within the last couple years.  All from the same litter, now all gone.  They brought us joy and laughter and memories of them will never be forgotten.  Rest now Piggy-pie.