Weekly Contest Photo. Love . Remembering ‘Stray’.


The sleeping child is my grandson, now 10 years old and going strong. The cat was my beloved stray. The cat is the subject of my first post on the subject of ‘Love’. You’d think I would start with my family, but this is the first photograph I came across and it said ‘pick me’, so I did. (LOL)

Stray showed up on my doorstep one day.  I fell in love at ‘meow’.

I’ve had a lot of cats in my lifetime, but this cat was like a soul mate.  He was such a true gentleman.  Stray definitely had a little piece of my heart, so I begin this week with honoring him.  Love, sometimes being a double-edged sword, turns to heartbreak as was the case the day my dear, sweet Stray died.  Our street was not particularly busy, and Stray usually stayed in our yard but I still worried that one day he would get hit.  The day it happened (Oct. 1, 2006) , standing at the window, I saw the car hit him.  I rushed outside and found him hiding under the front hedge, clinging to life.  I helplessly watched as the life faded from his eyes and his body went limp.  It took fifteen (+/-) grueling  minutes for him to die and there was nothing I could do but hold him and cry.  There was no use in calling a vet as it was obviously that he’d been crushed.  He labored to breath and blood oozed from his mouth.   I cried for days thereafter.  Finally one day, my youngest son pointed out to me that some animals never experience love at all in their entire lives.  Some animals are abused, neglected, or simply raised for slaughter.  Stray had been loved.  And even if we did only have a mere five years together, it was a bond of joy and now bittersweet  memories for me.   So today as I ponder the subject of ‘love’, I am thinking of Stray, wishing I’d brought him in the house that day.   Maybe I should have waited for ‘regret’ to be the theme of the week to post this entry.

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17 responses to “Weekly Contest Photo. Love . Remembering ‘Stray’.

  1. Oh my goodness, what a heartbreaking story. I have a cat myself … McDuff, and he’s my third cat. Those minutes must have been about the longest in your life.

    The picture is well-found for ‘love’!

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    • The saddest part of that story is that Stray and asked to come in, and I was too busy to let him in. I have kicked myself everyday since. I still sometimes find myself mourning Stray. From your post, I can tell from having visited your blog, that you are fond of the critters too. I couldn’t imagine life without animals to love.

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  2. What a touching and heartfelt story, thank you so much for sharing it here. Your love for your cat really comes through here. There is really no greater nor truer love on this Earth than that unconditional love that a pet gives. Thanks.

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    • I was so blessed to have had Stray in my life. I oft times wonder if I’d still have him today, had I let him in that day. Thank you for sharing your thoughts on the subject. You are right about the love that animals give. I think that’s why I am so drawn to them. Their love is unquestionably real. It’s just so hard when the day comes to say goodbye.

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  3. Reblogged this on orples and commented:

    As I said, love being the double-edge sword that it is, this is also an appropriate theme for regret. My dear Stray might still be alive today, had I let him in the house the day he got hit by a car. I guess I will never know.

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  4. A very sad story indeed but I see a little light, Orples about Stray. You have your memories of him and photos and (a bit hard) you held him at the end. I’ve had a few strays who became part of the family and they just disappeared. Not good. I had one stray who did walk up to me and just pass away. He had been sick and at least it was a closure. Yes, I see how my cat looks a lot like your Stray.
    Thanks for sharing your story Orples.

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    • Thank you for stopping by and taking the time to read my little entries. The topic of regret has stirred up some memories, for sure. Stray was a bittersweet memory both of love and regret, which is why I re-posted this blog entry. I never regretted adopting Stray as part of the family though. May he RIP. ;(

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  5. Your son is right. Stray had five good years. You cannot continue to beat yourself up for the car hitting him. Hold onto the good memories and the times you were there for him. In the balance of things, they will be the greater.

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    • I know, sadly I think had Stray not gotten hit by that car, he might still be cuddling up with me today. But I can not go back and let him in now. 😦 . I can, however, pay tribute to him for being such a sweet soul. Thanks for dropping by and checking him out.

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    • Hello Nia. Thank you for dropping by. I so enjoy your posts, and your grey tabby reminds me of this sweet fellow, may he RIP. I’ll see you soon, coming and going. 🙂 Hugs and love sent back to you from the orples and me.

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