A MEMORIAL TO CRICKET
This is a memorial to Cricket.who passed away on November 30,2017.I am not sure of
his exact age,but he was very close to 20 years of age.
He was born in Memphis about 20 years ago.He ended up in our daughter’s apartment.,
he was found as a very young kitten.She never knew where he came from,but she as me
loved any and all animals.
Because he made chirping noises as a cricket when he meowed.As he aged he bellowed
instead of chirped especially when he thought you should feed him.
We called him our reincarnated Elvis
From the time he came into our home,he belong to James.He tolerated everyone else if
he even had any thing to do with them.James was is person. He was constantly after
him where ever he went.
He was a very gentle natured cat.At that time we had an older cat that belonged to me.
His name was Morty.Cricket was a gentle young cat that never fought Morty.If Morty
came to cricket’s bowl,Cricket just walked way.
When our daughter moved out James said to her”You can’t take my Cricket””I am not
going to take Cricket,he belongs to you ” was my daughters reply.
As time went my Morty died and cricket was the only pet in the house.
About 10 years ago,Anabel came to live with us.They were basically pretty close to the
same age.They got along really well.Cricket had james,Anabel had me.They were jealous of
one another ,but as long as neither invaded the others space things went well. They had
a few anticlimactic moments They were both greedy over food and their person.
Cricket had no front claws When he got mad at Anabel,he would smack her little
face,and the chase was on.Anabele would chase Cricket through the house.They would
both stop and go their separate ways.They had a few “Mexican stand off”where they
stood eye ball to eye ball to see who would walk off first.I would scold both of them.
They did get along.They even slept together.
Time passes,sometimes to fast.The life span of a dog or cat is between 10-12 years.
Each year of a dog or cat equals to seven years in human life.That made Cricket and
Anabel approximately 140 years old.
Approximately 7 months ago I started cooking Anabel”s food.She was doing so well on it
I decided to make “Homemade Food ” for Cricket also.He loved it as much as Anabele did.
this is when his bellowing began.
Cricket tolerated me,but he was definitely James cat.He slept at his feet or on my pillow.
One day Cricket was sleeping on my pillow.He got up walked over to James and meowed
very softly,three times and went back and lay down.
In the chair James sits in Cricket perched on the arm or slept right by the arm In the
chair he reaches his long black paw out to touch James leg.
James ask why he did that?I told him he did it because he loved him.We had a discussion
to whether Cricket knew what love was or not.
Cricket was a peculiar being.His favorite food was chicken and liver and sometimes fish.
He was not a selfish cat.The outside cat came in to steal his food,Cricket would just walk
away and let him have it.He was a gentle natured cat.He would catch a mouse,but he
would not kill it.
As we age our bodies begin to deteriorate.the same is true with animals.
Cricket began to gradually lose weight.I started to feed him more than twice a day.iIcooked him the food he liked to no avail.
He continued to lose weight and lost his agility.It was very hard to watch a healthy
vibrate.being go down to almost nothing.
Probably the humane thing to have done would have been to put him down.Neither
James nor I could do that.
So as by the God that created all things,according to his word”there is an appointed time
Cricket”s appointed time to die came on November 30.2017.He had been in front of the
stove.He got up and went to the chair with James.James asked if I had put him there.I had not.
.He lay in James lap for a while,then stretched out in front of him we knew his time
for leaving this world was soon.
I don’t know if Anabele really knew what was going on or not,but she knew something
was.She constantly paced the floor.She could not be still.When she was still,she just stood
and looked at Cricket James,Anabel,and I constantly stayed with him.Both James and I
talked to him.Both of us rubbed and talked to him.James rubbed his head,his back,his
paw,his long black tail.I was very emotionally anyway watching James rub him,but when
Anabel lay down with her body across Cricket’s tail,I had to leave the room to regain my
In Cricket’s passing,he did not suffer.He was with the people he loved and loved him.
People will say”that is crazy”he was just a pet”he was more than a pet.He was
companionship to James and Anabele.He brought into my life just watching him.
Some times people and pets are put in our life for a short time,in cricket’s case a long
time..longer than most of his kind.
He was a good boy.he had a good long life.We did every thing we could do for him,but
most of all we loved him.and he loved us.