Our kitty Lucy had to be put down last Friday morning, Nov 9. The last few days were pretty tough for her and it was clear the end was at hand. I could try to relate 20 years of cute anecdotes about Lucy but that might take a while.
Lucy was adopted in June of 1987 at about 6 to 8 weeks of age from the Williamson County Humane Society. Of all our cats she was probably the most sane and predictable. She was definitely a creature of habit.
As I am the first to rise at our house in the mornings, Lucy would be waiting for me each morning as I got out of bed. She would trot ahead of me to the kitchen and wait to be fed. In the evenings as I got to bed and laid down she would pop up on the foot of the bed, and then walk on my legs and would stop at my sternum and lay down. After some ferocious purring for about 5 minutes or so, she would then stand up walk to the foot of the bed and get on my knit afgan and settle in for the night. These pleasantries went on for years - it was a comfortable, warm routine. Lucy would also come to the front door as I walked in from work, often appearing to be greeting me, but then quickly lead back to her food bowl.
She liked being around the family as we did things, often walking on a board game on the floor that we'd be playing. She wasn't too taken with Kasey our border collie tho, often choosing to hiss at her.
One last bit. In the last year or two she was unable to jump up on beds or furniture, and slept in the main room, not my bedroom. I usually have to get up in the middle of the night. It was not uncommon to see Lucy sitting upright in the middle of my bedroom as I got up at 3:30 a.m. She would watch me stagger to the bathroom and then back to bed. I would occasionally stop and give her a brief head and ear scratching. She would lean into my fingers for a moment and then I'd go back to bed wondering what she was up to.
I will miss Lucy, and the quiet consistency she brought.
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