08/21/2026
It was Talk Like a Pirate Day, september 2012. A neighbor told me there was a cat under his house.
I didn't even have to go spelunking for him; even then he was totally food motivated and came out for me. I scooped him up and brought him into the Manor, and I decreed that he was Capn Jack Sparrow.
I noticed his jaw was weird, and when we went to MBAH, Dr Steinam said Jack's jaw was broken in 3 places. Wire was inserted and I had to tighten the wire a little every couple of days to get everything to go back into place. His smile was always crooked after that.
I tried to get him adopted. Failed, of course. He was so totally my cat. He was chatty and bratty and hungry and pushy. He would eat his dinner and everyone else's - including mine - if he ever had the chance. He slept on my head, or on my pillow, every night. Never a tiff or a tussle with any of the others - not even the dogs! He was pure love. well, and hunger.
Earlier this year, I took him to Primary for weight loss and tummy issues. The dr examined him and said it was likely intestinal lymphoma.
So I knew it was Quality of Life watch from that point onward.
His little body failed him last night. He ate as usual tuesday night, but not wednesday night. I knew today was coming but i didn't realize how fast.
He purred for me as he left this world, in my arms and his face soaked with my tears.
He was my cat, and there is definitely a change to the Manor tonight, a big hole in the fabric.
May the other side of the bridge bring you steady winds and fair seas, Cap'n Jack Sparrow. I love you.
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