1993-January 8, 1997
18 years ago today I lost my second childhood cat, Sebastian. He was a neighborhood rescue left behind by a neighbor when they moved away. He then ended up in the care of an elderly couple across the road from us. When the wife passed away, a gold digger moved in on the husband and we feared the cat was on his way out. Over a period of months we turned him into a wonderful housecat after spending the majority of his life outside.
One of my favorite memories of Sebastian comes from the early days of our time together. When we made the decision as a family to begin the process of turning him into a housecat, we tried to gradually increase the amount of time we kept him inside each day. For some inexplicable reason early on we didn't put out a litter pan because he would let us know when he had to go outside. One day my mother and I went out to run a few errands and he was asleep, so we quietly slipped out. Upon our return home the minute I entered the house there was an unmistakable odor. You guessed it...the poor little guy woke up from his nap and had to "go". With no one to let him out and no indoor plumbing, he left a rather neat pile of poop right in the middle of my parents' bed. It's like it was strategically placed so that it wouldn't be missed.
We don't know exactly how old he was once we officially adopted him, but he had to be in his teens looking back at how long we had seen him in the neighborhood. In September 1996 he was diagnosed with advanced kidney disease, and in spite of my father learning to administer subcutaneous fluids, Sebastian made his journey to the Rainbow Bridge on January 8, 1997.
Sebastian didn't have the easiest life. Many times through the years our hearts broke seeing him outside in all kinds of adverse weather conditions. But for the few years that he was a part of my family, he knew he was loved.