Tyrant Tumultuous tabby came one month after my mom passed away on March 15, 2001...my family was outside enjoying the sunshine and Tyrant came up to them begging for food.
My father took pity on Tyrant and gave him scraps from the kitchen.
It was my little brother, Todd, who wanted to adopt Tyrant...my father said "Yes."
My family thought Tyrant was a girl because I didn't see any testicles...my father and I took Tyrant to the vet....hours later, the vet called and said, "Your cat's already been 'fixed'....and your cat's a BOY."
It was me who gave Tyrant his name because of his over-demanding personality: if he wanted something, he wanted it NOW!!!!! Not when...not then....NOW!!!!!
Tyrant would kick the door to my room, jump on my bed and hit me on my shoulder with his paw and stare down at me until I got up and went to the kitchen and fed him.
He did NOT like cat food...he liked 'hoo-man' food more....he loved any style of chicken (caccitore, marsala, teriyaki, baked) and especially loved seafood, particulary salmon and ahi tuna.
When I am at the library like I am now, tyrant hung out with my older brother, Mark and watch 'Star Trek' together until I got home...then he would harass me when I am trying to make dinner.
Tyrant INSISTS on eating dinner with me: he would wait until I put a towel on my bed, set the plate and then I would shred his 'hoo-man' food and put it on the towel so he and i can eat together.
Tyrant's 'last meal' was the ahi he so loved....last night, he was meowing constantly...I tried to get him to stand up, be he couldn't.
My older brother, Mark, and I took tyrant to a 24 hour vet...the vet told both me and Mark that Tyrant's lungs were filling up with liquid (pulmonary edema) and that he has heart failure...because of his, Mark and I both decided that it was best to euthanize Tyrant so that he won't suffer.
The vet let me say good-bye to Tyrant before he euthanized him....Mark and I came home sobbing hysterically.
Mark is usually unemotional and stoic like Spock on 'Star Trek'...he told me last night: "It's a 'macho' thing....I LOVED TYRANT!!!!!"
I'm very weepy as I am typing this...I hope I don't cry at the library...Tyrant is 'my boy.'
There will never be another cat like him.
Tyrant is with my mother....I bet she's rolling her eyes at him and he's bossing her around, just like he bossed me around!
See you at 'Rainbow Bridge', my furry-purry nephew.
If you wish to send me condolence cards, my address is: 1744 Jonathon St, Vista, CA 92083...you can also contact me on Facebook under the name Debra Jean Hopkins
My father took pity on Tyrant and gave him scraps from the kitchen.
It was my little brother, Todd, who wanted to adopt Tyrant...my father said "Yes."
My family thought Tyrant was a girl because I didn't see any testicles...my father and I took Tyrant to the vet....hours later, the vet called and said, "Your cat's already been 'fixed'....and your cat's a BOY."
It was me who gave Tyrant his name because of his over-demanding personality: if he wanted something, he wanted it NOW!!!!! Not when...not then....NOW!!!!!
Tyrant would kick the door to my room, jump on my bed and hit me on my shoulder with his paw and stare down at me until I got up and went to the kitchen and fed him.
He did NOT like cat food...he liked 'hoo-man' food more....he loved any style of chicken (caccitore, marsala, teriyaki, baked) and especially loved seafood, particulary salmon and ahi tuna.
When I am at the library like I am now, tyrant hung out with my older brother, Mark and watch 'Star Trek' together until I got home...then he would harass me when I am trying to make dinner.
Tyrant INSISTS on eating dinner with me: he would wait until I put a towel on my bed, set the plate and then I would shred his 'hoo-man' food and put it on the towel so he and i can eat together.
Tyrant's 'last meal' was the ahi he so loved....last night, he was meowing constantly...I tried to get him to stand up, be he couldn't.
My older brother, Mark, and I took tyrant to a 24 hour vet...the vet told both me and Mark that Tyrant's lungs were filling up with liquid (pulmonary edema) and that he has heart failure...because of his, Mark and I both decided that it was best to euthanize Tyrant so that he won't suffer.
The vet let me say good-bye to Tyrant before he euthanized him....Mark and I came home sobbing hysterically.
Mark is usually unemotional and stoic like Spock on 'Star Trek'...he told me last night: "It's a 'macho' thing....I LOVED TYRANT!!!!!"
I'm very weepy as I am typing this...I hope I don't cry at the library...Tyrant is 'my boy.'
There will never be another cat like him.
Tyrant is with my mother....I bet she's rolling her eyes at him and he's bossing her around, just like he bossed me around!
See you at 'Rainbow Bridge', my furry-purry nephew.
If you wish to send me condolence cards, my address is: 1744 Jonathon St, Vista, CA 92083...you can also contact me on Facebook under the name Debra Jean Hopkins
