It’s been one hell of a week I’ll grant you that. Sorry my loyal readers for not reaching out to you earlier. It does seem like events occur by luck or fate, in terms of threes. This past week was no exception. Remember the Clint Eastwood Spaghetti western, The Good the Bad and the Ugly? This would be entitled, Bad, Good and Sad.
The bad first. Sunday evening Tommy wanted to eat his kibbles. I was busy texting a friend when he wanted in and really wasn’t paying attention to how late it had gotten. As many of you know trailer doors push out and pull in to shut. It was a warm evening, and it started to be comfortable inside and just closed the screen door behind Tommy when he entered the trailer.
At 8:30 I then realized I was getting tired and needed to retire for the night and realized the front door wasn’t secured yet. So, I went to open the screen door and secure it to the main door, then I could close both and be safe and sound for the night and go to bed.
Tommy apparently decided it was a wonderful opportunity to go out and do some more exploring of the great five acres, maybe get another mouse or something. He flew out just as I opened the screen door and skedaddled.
I spent the rest of the night calling for him or waiting for him to show up at the door meowing to be let in. It didn’t happen and of course I concluded after one in the morning he had fallen victim to the same coyotes who got Cosmo and Darla twice before.
I spent the rest of the week telling my social media friends and my family along with work mates that once again I lost a cat. So, imagine my utter complete surprise when I came home Saturday afternoon from work hearing a distinct Tommy meow, meow coming from beneath the trailer.
Besides being hungry and dehydrated, which I remedied as soon as I pulled the dishes from the trailer’s basement, he was in remarkably good shape. No war wounds that I could tell. He was sneezing more than normal, but considering he was out in the open probably got his nose full of pollen from the trees and flowering plants nearby.
My theory is he was chased up a tree by that same family of coyotes. They apparently tried waiting him out so he could have an easy meal of him. But what they never figured from a domesticated cat was his preference for catching and eating bugs that he’s done since I got him from the shelter over a year ago. Happy couldn’t begin to tell you how I felt, along with Tommy who was equally happy that he found our home.
On Thursday, our crew was called in to the meeting area from our supervisor. She informed us that one of our favorite coworkers was on life support. According to her, he was at a bus stop waiting to go to a doctor’s appointment, when he suffered a seizure. The same episode occurred last December at work. At that time, he was in good hands because our casino has top notch EMS staff and he was quickly taken by ambulance to the hospital.
This time he laid on the cement sidewalk for over two hours in ninety plus degree weather directly under the sun before someone finally bothered to call 911 to report an unresponsive person.
I’m sure all of us prayed that as soon as his mother came, he would awaken from his coma and be his old self again. But Knute Rockne moments only happen in Hollywood. On Sunday, his mother came and signed off on the end-of-life form and life support was removed. At 10:30 our supervisor called us all in and told us he had passed away.
To know Htun was a privilege we all had. He always had a smile on his face and loved to give everyone a hard time. He would do anything for you and loved showing us pictures of his four-year-old son. He never had a bad thing to say about anyone. He will surely be missed. Rest `n peace my dear friend.
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