Wednesday, December 2, 2009

RIP Lucy

Today my cat of nearly 18 years passed away. Her health had deteriorated in recent months, and we were doing the best we could to keep her comfortable and happy. She would have ups and downs, but generally seemed happy. The vet said as long as she eats, sleeps, and goes to her litter without a problem; then that's a pretty good quality of life for a cat.

The real amazing thing about Lucy though is that she lived as long as she did. She lived a legendary life for a cat. I adopted her circa 1992 as a kitten in a freak autumn snowstorm. I was working at Irving's Deli in Ithaca, NY and a couple of guys came in and said they found this kitten in the snow, were just passing through, and didn't know what to do with her. I put her in a box with some milk in the backroom. She ended up coming home with me to 209 South Albany Street in Ithaca that night, and instantly became a part of the crazy household in which I was a part of (4 college guys).

She survived parties, winter, crowds, traffic, reptiles, sketchy neighbors, a home robbery, being tie-dyed by a bunch of girls, a trip to the pound, and more. Come to think of it, my responsibility level was a little low back then and she may have even had to fend for herself a few times with food. Litter box? What's a litter box? I think she went outside. She used to be the queen cat of the neighborhood, catching all sorts of birds and rodents. She got into a few fights as well, and even got pregnant and had 3 kittens.

After college, she moved onto quieter pastures and moved in with my Mom and Dad. She was probably a bit lonely during those years but she was well cared for. She could go in and out, and she was fed regularly and kept after (thanks Mom and Dad). She had lots of fun beating up on our 2 Yorkshire Terriers (Tigger & Boozie). The dogs would bark at and chase Lucy at first, only to end up being chased by Lucy. Even Bunty (Boston Terrier) got in on the action before Lucy came to CA - always barking up a storm before she got fed.

When my parents decided to move, she came out to California with me. I took her on an airplane and she stayed under the seat in front of me. It was the flight from hell. Delays, turbulence, and when I got to my car in long term parking - it had a flat. Door to door she was in the cat carrier for well over 12 hours, but she survived.

Since then, she's had a good life here in SF. She was a bit unhealthy when I first got her back to CA - but quickly bounced back. She would run all over the house, and often wake us up early in the morning because she wanted some attention. She lived in 3 different homes with Julia and I, and became a pal to our niece Lauren.

Fortunately, she passed peacefully in her sleep while in her bed - which is where I found her. I was dreading having to possibly play God and take her to the vet to be put down. God answered my prayers by taking her peacefully. She was a good cat.

RIP Lucy
(aka Mrs Flea Bags)
(aka Psycho Kitty)
b. circa 1992
d. 12/2/2009




Update 5/31/10: Lucy was put to rest in the beloved "pet cemetery" behind the Smith family Tahoe house. A beautiful spot.

14 comments:

  1. Hi Craig- I am so sorry about Lucy passing away. Even though she was old it does not make it easier. I still have fond memories of her at 209 S. Albany Street. She just made life better. What a sweet cat. Please tell Julia too. Hope all is well in SF other than Lucy but she could not have had a better Dad if she got to pick herself. That was one lucky cat!
    Den

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  2. I so enjoyed taking care of Lucy! So sorry!

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  3. L got so sad last night...but we had a good talk about all the things she remembered about Lucy.

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  4. hey man sorry to hear that. we have 4 dogs and they are my kidz! i hate to think about them not being at the door when i get home.

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  5. Poor Lucy! So sorry Craig:-(

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  6. Oh dude, I am so sorry to hear of her passing. Thoughts are with you!!

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  7. Oh dude, I am so sorry to hear of her passing. Thoughts are with you!!

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  8. Lucy was beautiful. I remember seeing her outside in Commack - she always made such a stunning appearance because she was so white. I especially enjoyed the photo of her as the suicide bomber. RIP Lucy - say hi to Boomer Marie for me.

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  9. Poor Lucy..... Uncle Craig you are going to have a lot of explaining to do to a small person!

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  10. oh man...so sorry to hear :( pooor Lucy!

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  11. Sorry to hear that Craig. I'll never forget the many mornings Lucy and I spent together on Kendall Ave (is that where we lived?)

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  12. i'm sorry that you lost your sweet kitty

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  13. well-at least you can take the packing tape off the furniture now :) i'll miss seeing her on her window seat when we drive up to visit...

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  14. Oh Craig...I am just reading this, but I looked through all of Lucy's pics on flickr...that makes me sad, but she did have a good life! The picks on Flickr are a good a tribute to her!

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