Hobbes Dailey
August 1, 1990 - October 23, 2008
Our beloved friend, Hobbes, passed away last night at home in his sleep. He was born in a horse barn. Another family took him home, but they quickly returned him to the barn until we decided to adopt him. We named him after Calvin's stuffed tiger, Hobbes, in "Calvin and Hobbes." The name matched his genial nature, intelligence and exuberance. He had always been more of a lover than a fighter. He adored being the center of attention. He joined us on walks with our dog, Amy. Furtively, he skirted the woods, watching us as we made our way on the path.
He was a cat, but he seems so much more to me. When he came into our lives, I was in grade school. I went to high school and then college, got married and had a baby. Hobbes witnessed my adolescence and my maturation into the person I am now. I can't begin to think of him as a part of my past instead of part of my present. But, he is gone. He was my friend and I will always remember his gentle and wise spirit. He slipped away day by day of cancer. It took away his vitality, but never his kindness, his love of being stroked and held. Never will there be another cat like you, Hobbes. Always and forever, I love you and miss you.
Our beloved friend, Hobbes, passed away last night at home in his sleep. He was born in a horse barn. Another family took him home, but they quickly returned him to the barn until we decided to adopt him. We named him after Calvin's stuffed tiger, Hobbes, in "Calvin and Hobbes." The name matched his genial nature, intelligence and exuberance. He had always been more of a lover than a fighter. He adored being the center of attention. He joined us on walks with our dog, Amy. Furtively, he skirted the woods, watching us as we made our way on the path.
He was a cat, but he seems so much more to me. When he came into our lives, I was in grade school. I went to high school and then college, got married and had a baby. Hobbes witnessed my adolescence and my maturation into the person I am now. I can't begin to think of him as a part of my past instead of part of my present. But, he is gone. He was my friend and I will always remember his gentle and wise spirit. He slipped away day by day of cancer. It took away his vitality, but never his kindness, his love of being stroked and held. Never will there be another cat like you, Hobbes. Always and forever, I love you and miss you.
6 comments:
I'm so sorry for your loss, Brenna. Pets really are like family members & friends and it sounds like you lost quite a special furry family member.
Thank you! It's weird to have him gone.
I am sorry, too. But what wonderful memories it sounds like you have of Hobbes!
I am so sorry. He sounds like he was a wonderful companion. They really do become members of the family, don't they?
we had the "funeral" this afternoon and buried him in the backyard next to our other cat, tigger. my mom made him a blanket and i had knitted him a little pouch to keep him warm. we put in a ping pong ball, a mousie, and his feather toy. it makes me happy to think of him somewhere out in the cosmos playing.
thanks for all of your thoughts!
Oh that makes me so sad. Did this happen after we walked or before? I agree with you he's definitely loving the 'big ball of yarn in the sky'. Furry family are just as special and we pink fleshy folk.
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