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I always referred to him as the cat who came with the house. He did. When I asked my new neighbors about the black and white cat who kept scratching at my door wanting to be let in, they told me he was the neighborhood cat. He was. One neighbor called him Goofball. Another called him Funnyface. We called him Stellan Stanley. He was his own cat, and that was how he liked it. He came almost every night for dinner, stayed a while to snuggle on the couch while I watched TV, then, unless it was too cold or raining, he always asked to go out again. He even learned to ring the bells hanging on my front door to let me know he was ready to go out. In the fall and spring, his favorite place to spend the night was on top of the heater outside my bedroom window. Thats how he wanted it. He was a friend to all. Our other animals accepted him as a part of their family, as did we humans. When Cody, my dear canine companion for 18 years, passed away in the winter of 2010, it was Stellan who understood, who asked to come inside long before dinnertime and stayed long past dinnertime, to curl up beside me and offer me his warm purrs. He knew. And when he felt I was sufficiently healed, he knew that, too. We understood each other. A few nights ago, he did not come for dinner. We worried about him because we had noticed he was growing more and more feeble in his old age, and his mind seemed to wander at times, but now and then, he would fail to show up for dinner, so we thought he would probably be back the next night. But he didnt come back the next night, either. We then learned that our next-door neighbor, the one who called him Goofball, had found him on her front porch. She said he had passed away in the night. Stellan, I miss you. I look outside my bedroom window at night and miss seeing you curled up on the heater. I looked for your face at the front window when it rained today, the place where you always came to peer in and let me know you wanted to come inside. I am sorry I did not get to say goodbye to you. I am sorry I was not there to comfort you as you comforted me when I needed you. But you died as you lived, as the neighborhood cat. You were your own cat. Always and forever.
CurtEastPoint
(18,664 posts)cate94
(2,813 posts)seems to have picked you to be his main person.
And you picked him by letting him in and feeding him. Stellan sounds like he was a good friend (and quite a character).
I'm sorry for your loss.
irisblue
(33,034 posts)66 dmhlt
(1,941 posts)kag
(4,079 posts)We had two cats who "came with the house". We used to say it was their house, and they just let us live in it. One of them passed away years ago, but the other, a gorgeous calico, left us just last year. It was so sad, one of the few times I've seen my husband cry. She was almost twenty years old, and had given us such warmth and comfort over the years. She helped us raise our children, and taught all of our other pets how to behave. She was a grande damme.
I know Stellan knew that you loved him. Cats like Stellan always know.
catbyte
(34,454 posts)The Wizard
(12,549 posts)Poontang, Queenfish, Weasel, Nellie, Sputnik, Edmund
"We who choose to surround ourselves with lives even more temporary than our own live within a fragile circle
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(Irving Townsend)
sinkingfeeling
(51,474 posts)world.
Stinky The Clown
(67,819 posts)Such special animals.
Silver Gaia
(4,546 posts)And thanks for the recs, too. I told my husband this morning that Stellan Stanley made the Greatest page on DU. Stellan deserves that honor, and I thank you all, again.
virgdem
(2,126 posts)He may not have been with you all the time, but he was definitely your cat and he cared about you as you cared for him. You will always have great memories and pictures of Stellan. Much peace to you as you grieve for him.
TorchTheWitch
(11,065 posts)I imagine that there are other neighbors that are missing him, too, since he seemed to be the neighborhood cat. I'm glad you found out what happened to him though, and that he passed peacefully and comfortably on a neighbor's porch in his sleep.
Auntie Bush
(17,528 posts)May you find peace of mind. Thanks for telling us about the loss of your Neighborhood cat...beautiful story. May he RIP.
Phentex
(16,334 posts)beautiful story!
My neighbor cared for a cat with a couple of others and I always thought that was fascinating.
DainBramaged
(39,191 posts)I am glad he was found. It helps a little.
All my best from my brood and I
DB
Silver Gaia
(4,546 posts)I cried a lot yesterday. Today, it's a little better. He was one of those chirpy cats. He liked to "talk" a lot. None of the rest of our cats do that. I miss hearing his quizzical little chirps in the evening, and my TV-watching snuggle-buddy. One of our dogs has decided she will fill that role now, though, and be my snuggle-buddy (a little bigger buddy cuz she's a Border Collie, but still warm and cuddly).
And yes, I am glad that I know what happened to him. I always feared that when his time came, I might never know what happened to him, and not knowing is always so much worse than knowing.
I printed out copies of what I wrote above and put them on the doors of those neighbors whom I knew were also his friends, so that they would know. I hope it helped them some to know.
I've lost so many wonderful furry friends over the years. Someday, there's going to be a huge family waiting for me at that bridge...
lucca18
(1,244 posts)What an amazing cat! Thank you for caring and loving Stellan so much!
ScreamingMeemie
(68,918 posts)We have a neighborhood cat. We call her Skittles because she looks like she has candy pieces on her back (Calico). Our indoor cats visit with her just about every day through the window.