It is with a very heavy heart that I say today I am thankful to have been Pumpkin's "mommy" for over twelve years. This big, fat, fluffy gentle giant has been my buddy since I took him in when he was only weeks old. He was the nicest, calmest, most loving cat in the world and today he went to heaven. My heart aches with his loss.
In the summer of 1999, my coworker asked me if I wanted an orange cat. I already had three cats and really should have said no. Could I? Of course not. Someone she knew had found him living in a used car or junk car lot behind a KFC. He was teeny tiny, scrawny, starving and flea-ridden. He was missing a piece of his nose from where he must have burned it on a car engine. He was my buddy from day one. He loved me through some really tough times, and he loved my kids, too. My daughter is as much of a cat person as I am and she is going to be completely devastated when I tell her. One of my friends said Pumpkin is the only cat who would let her over-exuberant daughter pet him. He loved the smell of tuna, he loved to eat turkey, he loved to romp around the house with Shadow like a kitten, he loved to lay under the end table, he would sit outside the bathroom waiting for me whenever I went in there, and he took his insulin injections twice a day without complaint.
Pumpkin, you were well loved, and you will be sorely missed!