Clyde died on March 14th 2011 at age 11.
He lived with us for 10 years of his life and he was the best cat ever. He was the boss of the dogs, a respected leader. A noisy big mouth always waking us up. A window gazer, a cartwheeler, a somersaulter. Clyde liked walking on a leash, and rolling in the sand.
I will always be impressed that he did not kill a tiny Chihuahua puppy when he very well could have.
He died of a genetic condition called Polycystic Kidney Disease. It was something he'd had since he was a kitten and there was nothing we could have done to change his fate. He died at home in his yard, in the tall sunny grass and shade of a yucca.
He is buried next to our eucalyptus tree.
In his shoebox coffin: a tiny pillow for his head, favorite toys, Sedona red earth, Verde River clam shells, Big Basin Sage, kitty postcards from his pin up gallery, a Polaroid photo of Floyd and Ivan, and locks of all of our hair.
We will always love you, handsome Clyde. |
