And last but not least... a few words to our little Prince.
Jameson Scooby Whitesox (4/4/06 - 13/11/08)
To our Special Boy,
You came into our lives like a whirlwind, like a ray of sunshine. Always happy, always on-the-go, always excited about life. You slept when you needed to sleep, ate when you needed to eat but never wasted a good moment of causing kitty mayhem.
You were a huge character in a small body – with lots of personality. Everyone that had the pleasure of meeting you would also say this. You had so many different facial expressions so we always knew what mood you were in. We sometimes joked and said you were like a dog, you often acted like one – always wanted to be part of what we did, following us around, and when you were indoors you would insist on being in the same room, worried that you would be missing out on something exciting otherwise.
The outdoors was your world, this is where you thrived. Sitting on top of Doodie's shed roof, surveying your kingdom, head and chest held high and proud. You adored chasing birds and mice and proudly bringing them back, juggling pebbles, wrestling leaves, balancing on fences and a good ol’ play with Da Bird. You kept the local foxes in check, did your daily rounds to the neighbours for sardines and treats, and left your pawprint in the cement outside, forever imprinted.
Like us, you were wild at heart.
We smile when we remember how you loved attacking bare toes in the mornings, always followed me around like my little shadow, you adored hiding behind the curtains, poking your paw out to catch the ping pong ball. You made a little den under the bed, I giggle when I remember the time we woke up to a weird, rolling sound and thought there was a mouse in the wall. It was our Baby Cat under the bed, who had discovered the joy of whacking a suitcase wheel, making it spin very loudly.
Jameson, with us, you were not ‘just’ a cat. Not just a pet. You were a member of our family, treated with endless love and respect. That is how we saw you. We were all equal. We were a team - 3 peas in a pod.
We always made time for you, even if we were in a rush. It was hard not to, trying to leave the house with a kitty all spread out on the floor, belly on show, wanting fusses!
When Robin had to go away for work, me and Jameson would have our own little ritual at night that Jameson always got excited about. I would sleep on Robins side, and Jameson would be allowed to sleep on my side. (he usually slept on his blanket at the bottom of the bed). I would wake up with a pair of morning eyes, full of beans, and a happy paw in my face. Jameson would sleep like a human, with his head on my pillow, and half his body snuggled in under the duvet.
Baby, it is so unfair that you were taken from us too soon, our hearts were not designed to take such hard punch. You were such a free spirit, a little James Dean of cats. Our comfort is knowing that we gave you a great life and that you were happy and content until the end.
I think what Jameson has taught us is that; however short your time is ultimately, if you live a complete life, then your life is full.
Thank you for adopting us Little Tiger. We feel honoured and privileged to have had you in our lives. You were a perfect friend, a perfect companion. You brought so much joy and happiness to our lives, you made us feel so many different nice feelings & pure emotions. You are a big inspiration, and the brightest star in our sky.
Sleep tight Baby
Roam the lands at Rainbow Bridge, fearless & untouchable – with your crew of Fur Angels. Until we come and collect you..
We love you and miss you so much.
Meowmy & Doodie xXx
