He was a feral cat that my late wife Marian and I found when he was a kitten over 20 years ago.
He quickly became loving but never lost his wild side. He seemed fearless. I saw him chase dogs off our yard. Other cats didn’t stand a chance. His presence intimidated them.
He became my best friend. His fearlessness was something I admired. He seemed strong and content. He seemed quiet and wise.
We called him ST, which was short for Super Tiger. He seemed to like being named after a jungle animal. He was a Maine Coon breed.
Marian and I had him for 14 years. Nerissa and I have had him for another 8 years. He’s lived a long, happy, luxurious life.
He got shrimp every night.
He got catnip cigars when I could find them.
He got all the attention he ever wanted or allowed.
I even built the Catarium for him and his late brother, Brownie. It allowed them to explore the great outdoors without hunting or being hunted.
ST developed diabetes a while back, but we managed to completely cure him of that.
But he also developed several internal tumors, the last two coming in quick and growing fast. A third showed up last week.
We haven’t been able to do anything about the cancer.
So we made Tiger’s last days as loving and comfortable as we could.
He left us today, around 5 pm.
I thank you for all the love you sent our way.
Tiger felt it, too.
PS – I’m relieved ST has passed on, isn’t suffering, and is one with all again. I love him.