THIS SPRING ISN’T GETTING any easier at the Nuthatch. We buried Bosun today, next to Compass and Rose, among blooming salal beneath the tall firs.
Our dear old tuxedo cat, who was old enough to vote if the San Juan County Clerk had just let him register, was in what we were calling his third “bonus year” since suffering a stroke in 2018. He’d had at least one more stroke since then, on top of failing kidneys and hyperthyroidism. But he was the Comeback Kid, bouncing back and refusing to give in to his ailments. His trademark was a booming purr anytime you touched him. He kept purring until just a few days ago.
When the purring stopped, we knew he was in trouble. He stopped eating and drinking early this week. His body had decided it was time to go. Bosun wasn’t ready to throw in the towel, but he was falling down and couldn’t use his sandbox anymore. We were afraid he was going to fall down the stairs and break every bone in his body. We couldn’t let him go that way. So on Thursday I took our old friend in his travel carrier on the water taxi to a veterinary clinic near Mount Vernon. He came home in a box.
It’s been a tough spring.
Bosun was a good cat. He spent much of his life on our sailboat, Sogni d’Oro, where we lived until moving to our island cabin three years ago. He was our third cat with a nautical name, following Compass and Rose, and he sailed the San Juans with us summer after summer. He was the beta cat, the big softie who got bossed around by smaller females. (And what male hasn’t, at some time in their life?) He was a sweet-tempered boy who liked to plant himself smack dab between me and Barbara in bed at night. It tended to hamper our social agenda. But when you tried to pry him off the bed and got that rumbling purr, what could you do?
Daughter Lillian was here to help nurse him in his final days, along with my brother, Tom, who arrived from Arizona on Tuesday.
Bosun was a sweet old cat, and he was my good old friend. I told him to go be Barbara’s kitty now.
7 thoughts on “Farewell to the Comeback Kid”
Vale Bosun – a life well lived and well loved. So very hard to say goodbye to our pets.
He lived a good life with you guys – sending you love and hugs.
Sending you so much Love Brian. And Barbara. And Bosun. It has not been a kind Spring to you dear friend.
there will never be another Bosun ,He will be missed .Galley cat will need some extra love for a while ,methinks
No, it has not been a good spring for you. . .so very sorry to read this.
I don’t think I ever met Bosun; it was Compass and Rose that I knew from cat sitting. I can imagine the girls bossing him about, though! So good of him to get extra time in for you both 😉
It’s so hard to lose a beloved pet. We have a tuxedo cat who’s a total sweetie, a lot like your description of Bosun. I’m glad Lillian was there to help you, and it’s great that your brother is there now.