Tuesday evening Rascal curled up as usual on our bed, lying on his back and purring while I rubbed his tummy. At 3:30 am he wanted out, despite the fact that it was raining. It was the last time we would see him.
Rascal was missing for two days, by the end of which we feared the worst. I found him this afternoon down by the lake in the edge of our neighbor’s yard. There didn’t appear to be any trauma. I think his heart just gave out.
Rascal was out special needs cat. He started life at my parent’s house in Gray Court. When my dad opened the door to his storage shed two kittens tumbled out. Dad’s dog immediately pounced and wound up crushing Rascal’s paw. I took both cats home with me, and after multiple vet visits, Rascal began to heal.
Because of his hurt leg Rascal had arthritis and had a hard time moving about and exercising. He put on too much weight. A couple of years ago he re-injured his leg and needed a titanium plate put in. Unfortunately, he also developed a heart murmur. We just didn’t know how bad it was.
As with most cats, Rascal had developed quirky personality traits that gave him character. He had weirdness, such as his love of our shoes – the stinkier, the better.
He was also generally referred to around our house as “my” cat, mainly because he would curl up next to me whenever he could. In addition to rolling over at night, he would hop up in my lap when I had my morning coffee.
Rascal is survived by his sister, Misty, and adopted brother, Shadow. He will definitely be missed.